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Start of Part Seven

5:30pm

Tuesday Afternoon

Sydney thought that Broots and Jarod had gone mad. They had called telling him that they were going into hiding. From the sound of the phone it sounded like they had called from a pay phone. Sydney had shook his head, well at least they have medical supplies and food' he thought. He was concerned that they hadn't told him where they were going. It wasn't until he thought about it that he saw that they were probably safer if no one knew where they were. He heard a noise and looked up to see Miss Parker looming over him, he hadn't even heard her walk into his office.

"You look like your doing some serious thinking there, Syd." Parker said looking him over. "I've been standing here for five minutes."

"I didn't hear you walk in." Sydney said a little surprised that she had been standing there for that long. "What can I help you with?"

"Has Jarod moved hotels?" Parker asked him.

"Yes and they won't tell me where they went." Sydney told her, "why?"

"I'm getting a lot of presser from the triumvirate to find him so if I give them Jarod's last lair, they might get off my back for awhile." Parker looked at Sydney, right in his eyes. "Want to come for the ride?"

* * *

Sam kicked in the door labelled 29, which had been Jarod's room only a few hours before. Sam and a group of sweepers rushed through the door closely followed by Parker and Sydney. What they saw made them stop in their tracks, some one had already been there. The room was a mess, furniture had been over turn and broken and paper flew all over the room.

"What do you make of this?" Parker asked of Sydney. Sydney looked around the room.

"It's lucky they got out when they did." Sydney said slowly.

"Miss Parker there is no sign of Jarod here." Sam reported, which Parker already knew.

"What is going on here, Syd?" Parker asked of the older man.

"I'm not too sure, but we will find out sooner or later." Sydney replied.

* * *

Green eyes watched as the centre people crashed into the empty hotel room, one full hour after James's people. If only they knew that their pray was in the room next door. He smiled, a predatory smile, as he watched them leave the room. He had been grilled from two different directions as to the information concerning Jarod last place. In his books Jarod was now the enemy, he was the one that had nearly gotten him killed from two different parties. If it weren't for his quick thinking he wouldn't be alive. He now looked at the other man as his pray.

* * *

James and his group of sweepers were not welcomed home with smiles and celebrations. The Triumvirate had almost killed them on the spot. They had failed again to catcher Jarod and his daughter. James had a feeling another failure would lead to his death. He and his team had been given enough warnings. He had been told that next time they failed he should turn the gun on himself, than suffer what the Triumvirate would do to him.

The rat that had told him where Jarod was staying was late in passing the information on to him. James was frustrated that the rat had wiggled out of being killed by the Triumvirate. Damn rat' he thought, damn lovable pet.' He had sent out every team he had at his disposal to bring Jarod and his girl in, so far they had come up empty handed. He had to do something soon or he was going to find himself six feet under. He planed on finding Jarod and his girl, if it was the last thing he ever did!

* * *

Jarod and Broots listened and watched as the two groups of people smashed into the room next door. As the second group left, the two in the room sighed in relief for they were safe for the time being.

"Should we move now?" Broots asked, he was feeling nervous for he was just next door to their former room.

"No, we are safe here. The room next door is the last place they will look." Jarod said sitting on the lounge with the T.V on. He looked so calm; Broots was envious that a man in such danger could be so calm. Jarod rose from the lounge and went into the kitchen to get something to eat. He carried his plate back to living room and placed it on the coffee table in front of the TV.

"How's Debbie doing?" Jarod asked grabbing his bag off the floor and took his laptop out.

"She's doing good, Miss Parker is looking after her." Broots looked down at his feet. "I do miss her though."

"Don't worry you will see her soon." Jarod told him starting up his computer. "Can you plug this line in?" Jarod passed over a phone line; Broots did what was asked of him.

"What are you planing on doing?" Broots asked looking Jarod's laptop over.

"I'm going to find out just who is following us." Jarod typed away on the computer, he soon had the database of the hotel across the road on the screen. He ran through the names of the people on the second floor until he came across a name he knew. He gasped when he found out who it was. He stood suddenly and grabbed his gun and rushed out of the door. Broots was shocked as he watched the other man run out the door; a bell was ringing in the back of his head telling him to not follow the pretender out the door.

* * *

Green eyes was panicking. He picked up a handgun that had been resting on the table next to him clicking off the safety. He faced the front door waiting for his pray to walk through the door. He almost dropped his gun when he felt cold medal on the back of his neck.

"Jarod! Nice to see you again." Green eyes managed to say.

"Drop the gun Alecus." Jarod whispered in the other man's ear.

"Okay." Alecus slowly knelt and placed the gun on the floor. "What can I do for you, J?"

"What are you up to?" Jarod said slowly. He walked around in front of the man, bent and picked up the gun keeping his eyes and gun on the other man,

"I'm not to tell you. I wasn't to be seen." Alecus told him.

"Are you under Melissa's orders or yours?"

"Melissa's."

"Then you listen to me. I want you to ring her." Jarod instructed of the man, he reached behind him and grabbed the phone that rested there. "I need to have a little chat with her."

"Anything for you, J." Alecus calmly said however his mind was saying something else. He dialled a number from memory then passed the phone receiver to Jarod.

Jarod placed the other gun in his belt then took the receiver. He listened as the phone rang watching the other man intensely. A woman's voice came over the phone. "I've told you not to ring this number again, unless it's worth your life!"

"Missy its J." Jarod said sweetly.

"J where have you been? Is Kahlia safe?" Melissa questioned.

"She's with Max, she's safe Missy." Jarod watched as Alecus backed up and sat on the lounge that was a few feet behind him. "What are you up to?"

"I cannot tell you that, it would ruin the surprise." Melissa said in a mysterious voice. "I will give you a clue though; it's the end to all our troubles."

"When?" Jarod said his mind working through what she had said.

"Friday."

"So soon?" Jarod asked unsure.

"We will bring then all down J." Melissa hissed. "The big man has already been brought down! I will see you soon J and we will live in peace once and for all." She then disconnected the line. Jarod looked at the receiver then placed it on the cradle. He looked at Alecus who was smoking.

"Don't you know smoking kills." Jarod stated.

"This line of business kills, I'm just balancing the scales." Alecus said uncaring. Jarod took the other gun out of his belt unloaded the clip and throw it over to the other man who caught it squarely. He placed the clip on the table behind him.

"Good luck in your plans, inform your group that I will be dropping by the target any day now." Jarod told him then disappeared out the way he came, through the window. Alecus looked down at the useless piece of medal in his hands. He shook his head stood and walked to the table that held his clip and placed it into the bottom of the gun with a sharp click.

6:00pm

Thursday afternoon.

Sydney and Parker were being questioned constantly: where is Jarod? Where is Broots? Why don't you have any leads on Jarod?

Sydney and Parker were getting worried something was happening at the centre, there were more questions heading in their direction and more people roaming the centre floors. A man named James had joined the team to find Jarod. Sydney felt nervous around him; to Sydney he showed signs of being cold killer he just hoped that Jarod would never meet him. Parker even backed down in an argument with him. She had gone to the top asking questions about him and had found nothing on who was this James person was.

"We have a lead on Jarod." James said smiling as he walked into Sydney's office. The man looked at Sydney with cold pale blue eyes, which were slightly covered by long blond hair. He looked more like a surfer than a businessman. Sydney expected him to walk through the doors with a surfboard instead of wearing a suit, that aspect also gave him a reckless look.

"Where are we going?" Sydney asked following the man out of his office.

"Don't ask questions, you will find out soon!" He snapped back. At Sydney's look the man turned and looked hard at him. "Fine, he's in a warehouse a street away from the hotel we searched before."

They collected Parker as well as three groups of sweepers. Sydney looked the men over thinking that the centre was taking no chances in the retrieval of Jarod. Sydney, Parker and James loaded into a centre car that was waiting for them. They pulled up in front of a large warehouse were there was already thirty men surrounding the building. Once the sweepers they had brought with them piled out of the cars they were close to fifty in number. Which in Sydney's mind was almost all of the centre's employees that would be working at that time. Parker leaned close to Sydney.

"If we are all here who is at the centre?" Parker whispered.

They had no time to think through that statement for the air was punctured with the ringing sound of gunshots.

The End of Part Seven