Frank looked at Jake, to see that he was waiting to be told where to go. "The Chicago Mall," he said.

"That your sidekick?" said Lazarro, over the phone. "I admit, I had no idea another one of you was already on that bus. I could've hit two birds with one stone," he sighed, wistfully.

"Where are you on the roof?" Frank asked, ignoring his comments.

"Uh uh," said Lazarro. "I ain't tellin' you that. Just pull in the main entrance and wait. Remember, if I see any cops, they die!"

Everyone watched as Frank lowered his phone, hitting the hang-up button.

"Frank…"

"Don't say it," Frank cut Alex off, knowing what she was about to say. "I'd offered myself in exchange for the bus passengers. He declined, sure that he would succeed, but as we know he didn't, and so…"

"How you gonna defend yourself, boss?" asked Cody.

Frank glanced at him. "I'll deal with that when the time comes." He sighed. "He set a bomb in the mall," he told them, to their shock. "He only knows that Jake is with me, not any of you. If you can get a clear shot from the ground, take it."

"But what about the bomb?" Monica asked. "If we shoot him a non-fatal shot, he'll set it off." 

Frank sighed, wishing he had use of both arms. If he did, he might be able to take Lazarro out and get the detonator before any damage or loss of life could occur.

They arrived at the mall, and pulled in. Frank's cell phone rang, and he quickly answered it.

"I see you!" Lazarro said. "Tell your sidekick that's a nice truck."

Frank didn't even bother asking how Lazarro found out what kind of vehicle Jake owned. "Where are we going?"

"Straight ahead. Park in that spot near the front."

Frank relayed the instructions to Jake, and he obeyed.

"Now," said Lazarro. "Get out."

Frank hung up his phone and started to take off his seatbelt, but Jake grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Frank, you're walking to your execution!"

Frank looked at his nervous teammates. "Lazarro's the kind of man who likes to gloat, and most likely give a slow death." He looked to Monica, who nodded her head in agreement. "He's not just gonna pull the trigger the minute I step out of this truck."

Everyone had skeptical looks on their faces.

"Call Morgan," Frank said. "Tell him the situation, and that he must keep his officers completely out of sight."

Jake nodded.

Frank nodded back, and got out of the Blazer, answering his phone when it rang again.

"Aww, Frankie boy only has one usable arm!" Lazarro said. "It's not gonna be easy climbing the ladder on the side of this building."

Frank looked around, and spotted the ladder. Walking towards it, he couldn't see Lazarro on the roof, pointing a gun at him, following his steps until he disappeared from view, having reached the ladder.

Frank put his phone in his pocket and slowly climbed the ladder with one hand. Looking down when he was halfway up, he was glad to see that the ladder was sturdy.                                                

"Need some help there, Frankie boy? You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

Startled, Frank looked up to see Lazarro at the edge of the roof, smiling down at him. Thankfully, Frank saw no weapon in view.

"Well? You gonna stay there all day?" Lazarro asked.

Knowing he had no choice, Frank climbed the rest of the way.

Suddenly Lazarro grabbed his arm, and Frank briefly wondered if he was going to push him off the ladder, but to his surprise Lazarro helped pull him up onto the roof, where Frank quickly got to his feet, watching Lazarro warily.

Lazarro just stood there, smiling, as if Frank was his long-lost brother. "Well, well, well. Frank Donovan; we meet again! Slide your gun over here."

Frank took it out of his holster, and placed it on the ground, pushing it in the criminal's direction.

Lazarro kicked it behind himself, a move that surprised Frank. He must already have a gun.

Lazarro suddenly put a hand inside his jacket, and took out the detonator. He walked closer to Frank, holding it out in front of him. "How powerful do you think that baby is?" He smiled, like a child putting his drawing on the fridge. "It's got four sticks of dynamite. Nice, huh? Shall I put it to good use?"

Frank was sick of the game. "You got what you wanted: me," he said. "Let me give Jake the detonator."

Lazarro made a face at him. "Shyeah right! This is my insurance policy!"

Frank casually walked along the edge of the roof, hoping Lazarro would go closer; in view of his team. "What are you going to do now, Lazarro? Are we just going to stand here and chat?"

Lazarro walked closer. "In a hurry to die? Fine with me!"

Frank didn't quite expect the punch that Lazarro suddenly threw, but he managed to move, only catching a glancing blow. He nearly lost his balance and fell off the roof, but managed to run around to the other side of Lazarro, away from the edge.

As Lazarro lunged for him, Frank moved to the side—making Lazarro miss—and ran over to his gun, which was still lying on the roof. He picked it up in his left hand, and pointed it at the criminal.

Lazarro started to laugh. "You can't shoot me, Frankie boy! I'll blow this place before you get the chance!"

For once, Frank wasn't sure what action he should take. He couldn't risk the deaths of the people inside the mall.

Lazarro then drew his own gun. "Drop it."

Frank slowly lowered his. This is it, he thought, the situation I couldn't get out of.

Lazarro started walking closer to Frank, sticking the detonator into his pocket. Grabbing Frank by his jacket, he punched him in the face, and pulled him over to the edge of the roof.

"Hey cops!" he yelled, putting the gun to Frank's head. "I know you're out there! I'm gonna kill Donovan right in front of you!"

Before Frank even had the chance to think, a shot was heard, and Frank took the opportunity to elbow Lazarro in the stomach, knocking him over as he whacked the gun out of his hand and went for the detonator.

They landed hard, Frank wincing as his sore ribs impacted with the roof.

Lazarro grabbed Frank's wrist before he got away with the detonator, and tried to pry it out of his hand.

Frank pulled his right arm out of the sling, trying to ignore the pain as he tried to keep the device from Lazarro. He knew he wouldn't succeed; Lazarro had two strong arms, while Frank only had one and a half, at present.

Lazarro easily threw Frank off himself and rolled over, now having the advantage. He punched Frank in the face again, hoping to weaken his grip on the detonator.

Lazarro almost succeeded; the pain Frank was feeling in his shoulder and ribs was already more then enough for him, but suddenly he felt something sticking into his back, and realized it was Lazarro's gun. He had no choice but to use his right arm to grab it, gasping as his shoulder screamed its protest at being twisted around.

Lazarro realized what Frank was doing, and managed to wrest the detonator from his grasp as Frank got the gun.

"Blow it and I'll kill you!" Frank said, trying to quickly stand.

"Too late," Lazarro said. "I'm as good as dead anyway, now!"

As he hit the button, Frank pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot was muted by the sound of the bomb's explosion.