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Neal's POV

Watching the others leave without him broke something in him. He hated that he couldn't go with them. It physically pained him not to be apart of the group.

This was his fault he should be with them. The realization hit him a moment later. This was how Chuck must have felt being told to stay in the car. Neal couldn't even be much help with hi Intersect. It would fry his brain at the rate it was going.

Matt wanted to protect him from the dangers. Neal knew this better than anyone. Still, he could not be afraid of the dangers. This was the life he chose and he would make the best of it.

Glancing at his hands he made his decision. Even if it meant going back on everything he had come to stand for. They would not be going in alone.

Neal went into the kitchen so that he could look under the sink. If he was right Matt would have left his field box here. Retired or not all agents had a field box. He had to pull out the cleaning supplies so that he could run his hand along the back of it. Looking for the false that he knew was there. A conman's house had more tricks and hide holes than anywhere else.

He pushed on the back when he found the false backing. Reaching through the opening he pulled out a black box. Upon seeing it his heart stopped at the sight. If he did this there would be no going back. He would need to use every skill he had learned in the CIA.

Kramer was not worth his sanity however Matt was. Neal hated Kramer with every fiber of his being. The man had almost cost him everything that was important to him in this world. Matt had shown him that his darkness could be abated if he found something worth living for.

It was time to face the darkness that had haunted him. Wilkes had to be brought to justice. He could not allow his handler to go in with the others.

Opening the box he found his secondary badge, two separate passports on top. Neal slipped the badge into his jacket pocket and set the passports aside. Then he pulled out the Glock his favored sidearm. The magazine was full and he grabbed the spare magazine sticking it in his jacket for easy access.

The final thing in the field box was a weighted knife. That went in his pocket. He knew there was a holster in the closet leftover from when Matt was staying over.

Neal stood from his position and went to the closet. He opened the bottom drawer in the far back. At the bottom under his pajama shirts.

The holster was a basic belt holster. It only took a few seconds to put on then holster his weapon. With that, he left the closet heading to where he knew Wilkes would be.

Keller's POV

It was a trap. Of course, it was. They couldn't have an easy mission when Larkin was involved. He wasnt even there!

Matthew and Casey were pinned behind a large box. They couldn't move forward or back without the risk of getting shot. He lost sight of the others as soon as the shooting M g started.

Casey growled, "Well this is going about as well as I expected. You sure it was a good idea to leave Larkin. He's not exactly one to listen."

Rolling his eyes he replied, "I have a tracker on him. For the most part, if I ask him to stay he will."

"You did remember to remove his field box then?" It was phrased as a question but Matthew's blood ran cold.

Casey knew he had not taken the field box. In it would everything Larkin would need to come after them. That meant the other would be arriving soon. Right into a gunfight.

The sound of curses being slung at someone in the back corner brought grim smiles to their faces. That would be Mozzie making trouble for the guards. At least they could count on the bald man on getting to the target quickly.

Above the glass broke as someone went through a window. Matthew looked up as gunfire started in that direction. He could see Bryce drop down onto in the back.

Well, that answered that. As unhappy as he was about the other being there they couldn't change it now.

Casey growled, "And Chuckles says they aren't alike. Neither of them are particularly good at following orders."

Matthew counted in his head waiting for the gunfire to stop before returning fire. He clipped one in the shoulder as they were reloading. Bryce, he could see in the corner with the bald man and the woman. Where was... there was the other conman. The dark-haired man was locked in a hand to hand battle with one of Wilkes's men.

They were outnumbered badly but not outmatched. As long as there weren't any surprises they should be able to get away. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Matthew answered with a growl, "I thought I told you to stay home."

Bryce answered amusement lacing his tone, "If you expected me to follow that order then you don't know me. I've got five people pinning Mozzie, Kramer and myself here. They won't shoot because Kramer is in the way. What's the plan?"

Matthew queried, "Is Orion there? We still have to get him and get out."

Bryce cursed, "Shit. I'll find him. Mozzie I'll provide cover fire you get to Matthew. Kramer stay close to Mozzie."