"Pull up just past these trees and then radio for back up," Mike ordered Rick, nodding towards the line of trees that hide the motel from the street as they turned out of the motel driveway and turned east. "Tell them we have a possible hostage situation, I don't want Garcia spooked, so no lights and sirens and I want everyone to stay out of sight until we get back."

"What are you going to do?" Dennis asked, twisting around in his seat to face Mike as the car rolled to a stop and Rick reached for the radio.

"We're going back to try and see what is happening in that room."

Hopping out of car, Dennis quickly opened the back-passenger door, allowing Mike to get out, closing it after Mike exited before hurrying around to the other side of the car and opening the door for Bill. Looking back across the car roof at Mike, Dennis cocked his head towards the motel. "There's a ditch, just over near that tree over there," he began, pointing towards and old, gnarly stunted tree that grew along the edge of the road. "It runs along the left side of the motel all the way down to the beach, close to the room where your suspect is held up. It should give you some cover, Lieutenant, and keep you from being spotted by anyone who might decide to look out of the window."

"Thanks." Mike smiled as he pushed his fedora lower on his head and unholstered his gun before he turned and headed in a half-crouched run towards the tree where Dennis had just told him the ditch was located with Bill following close behind. Reaching the tree lined ditch, they quickly dropped into it and followed it to the edge of the motel building.

Raising his head just high enough to ensure that no one was watching, Mike looked back at Bill and nodded before they quickly climbed out of the ditch and jogged,crouched low, across to side of the building before edging their way along the front wall until they reached the side of the large glass windows of the motel room where Garcia was holding his hostages.

Carefully peeking into the window, through the small gap between the curtain and the wall, Mike was able to see Garcia, with his back to the window, involved in some sort of a discussion with the doctor who was standing next to a figure on the bed. Mike frowned; in the shadow of the bed, he was able to make out the woman whom they had only spoken to minutes before, on the floor, She appeared to be cradling someone on her lap. Looking back up, he momentarily locked eyes with the doctor, who made no acknowledgement that he had seen him as the doctor returned his attention back to Garcia and continued whatever they were discussing.

Quickly moving away from the window, Mike grabbed Bill's arm before silently tilting his head back towards the safety of the edge of the building in a silent order that they needed to move away from the window.

SOSF SOSF SOSF

"Wait!" Garcia looked up in surprise and swung his gun around to aim it at the doctor's chest as Glen took a small step closer and nodded towards his gun. "The cops might have taken the manager with them but they didn't take away any of the guests in the other room. You're a smart man, Tony, think about it. You shoot us and you will have the cops swarming all over this place before you even make it out of the door." Seeing the slight hesitation on Garcia's face as he mulled over the truth of what he was being told, Glen pushed, "And then there's Hendrix … Do you really think he is going to believe you this time if you do kill us and then go back and tell him you got the job done? Especially after we both know that you lied to his face about killing Paul and his wife and then you failed to kill the cop when you took out Lomikoku. And then he discovers that I am alive as well." Encouraged as he saw the assassin's finger loosen just a hair's breadth on the trigger, he took another step forward placing himself between the hitman and Steve as he continued, "The way I see it, Tony, is you have just three options."

"And just what do you think my three options are, smart guy?" Garcia growled.

"Option one is you kill us and try to get away before the cops come." Glen told him before shrugging, "But we both know the chances of getting away are slim. The cops will be on you within a minute. You can bet the guests who report the shooting will probably be peeking out of their windows and will give the cops a description of not only you but also the car you use to get away in. Maybe they will even get the number plate. Chances are the cops will nab you before you even get a mile away from this place."

Garcia smiled coldly, "Maybe, maybe not, but go on."

"Option two is you take us back to Hendrix." He looked down as he heard Erin gasp in fear before he looked back up at Garcia, "At least then Hendrix knows you are delivering him the goods and he also has the opportunity to question the inspector here, himself, to find out just how badly Lomikoku spilled his guts and just how strong a case the Feds and the cops really have on him and his operation before he shuts the cop - and us- up for good." Pausing as he looked over Garcia's shoulder at the window, Glen was surprised, and relieved, to see one of the cop's, who he had seen just leaving the motel, quickly peek through the small cap between the curtain and the wall before disappearing again. Covering his surprise with a quick shrug as he looked back at Garcia, he added, "Who knows, maybe Hendrix will be so grateful, he will forgive you. But to be honest Tony, knowing Hendrix as well as I do, I really doubt that."

"Yeah," Garcia snorted, aware of just what fate was waiting for him when he returned to the boss. "And option three?" he asked, his gun still steadily aimed at the doctor's chest.

"Well, option three is really two options in one," Glen began slowly as he heard the young cop on the bed behind him shift and softly moan. Praying that the movement or the soft moan would not catch Garcia's attention, he rushed on, "Option three is you can leave us here and get away, as far away as you can. We both know that by now Hendrix has been told by our friend in the FBI that we are all alive and that you lied to him about completing the hits. Chances are he has already put out another contract not only on our heads but yours as well. And if our FBI friend has any inkling as to where we are, there's probably a hitman already on his way right to carry it out."

"Let me guess the other part of option three," Garcia growled, glaring at the smaller man, "is I let the four of you go, and you will set me up with a new identity."

Glen nodded. "I can set you up with enough money to go anywhere in the country and start a new life."

Garcia laughed, "And live the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, just like you have been doing. And as I asked before, just how is that option working out for you?" The hitman smiled and shook his head, "But I have to admit, I really, really did underestimate you, Glen. I used to wonder why the boss wanted you around and why he was so upset when you disappeared. Ohh, don't get me wrong, I know you kept all the boss's books and was his number one bean counter but still, you were just a nerdy little book keeper. But I was wrong, wasn't I? You're a lot smarter than you let on. You managed to get away, and set yourself up in a business, practically right under our noses." Looking towards the black doctor's bag that was sitting on the table next to the bed, he chuckled again, "Are you even a doctor?" He held up his hand as Glen opened his mouth to answer, "No, don't even answer that, I don't want to know. But you aren't as nearly as smart as you think you are. You see, there's a fourth option that I don't think you have considered."

"What's that?" Glen asked confused.

Garcia grinned, looking over the doctor's shoulder at Steve as Steve moaned again and slowly opened his eyes, before he looked back up at Glen and chuckled, "Option number four is really a combination of your options one and three. You're right, if I decide to kill you all, the cops would be here before I could get away, so I guess I'm going to need some hostages. Not all of you, mind you, because you were also right, the boss already knows I screwed up the Lomikoku hit and the cop's still alive, and by now I bet he knows that not only the cop is alive but so are all the rest of you, after I reassured him that you were all dead. So yeah, your right, delivering you all to the boss ain't even an option, not if I want to stay alive.

So, I guess, I just need two of you. The cop to get me out of here and you to set me up with enough money to get away, as far away from Hendrix as I can get!" Nodding his head in Steve's direction, his finger tightened, threateningly, on the trigger, as he ordered, "So get him up, and let's get going!"

Moving across to the edge of the bed, Glen leaned down and reached for Steve's, lifting him up slightly before slipping his arm around Steve's back and easing him up into a sitting position. Slipping Steve's legs off the edge of the bed, he wrapped Steve's uninjured arm around his shoulder before placing his own arm around Steve's back and helping Steve to his feet. Looking down at Erin who was cradling Paul on her lap, fearfully watching everything that was happening. Looking back up at Garcia, Glen asked softly, "What about Erin and Paul?"

Garcia smiled coldly as he suddenly turned the gun towards the terrified woman huddled on the floor, cradling her wounded husband, and fired two shots. Turning back towards Glen, who was staring in horror at the two bodies on the floor, he aimed the gun towards Glen's chest as he growled, "Now you don't have to worry about them. All you have to care about is you and the cop and helping me get out of this." Reaching for Glen's arm, he yanked him towards the door ignoring Steve as Steve stumbled as he ordered, "So, get moving!"