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- Baltimore, South of the 'Two For One', late evening

It had been a frightening ride through the night. Webb had driven like mad and Turner barely managed to keep him in sight. In fact, they lost contact once because of a red traffic-light, bringing up some dirty Marine and Navy curses. But after some unnerving moments they'd found a slowly driving Webb in front of them, accelerating hard when they'd closed the gap.

The area obviously well known to him, Webb led them through some narrow streets and then parked at the side. They followed his lead and got out of their car. Harm sighed deeply. He almost got used to the feeling. Almost.

As they approached Webb, he gave them a glare.

"You owe me," was all he said.

Setting a quick pace he walked around some corners until they saw the flashing lights of a great amount of police cars, fire trucks and ambulances. People were running back and forth, shouting at each other. Police officers in uniform were holding back spectators standing across the street; the air was humming of excited voices. And above all that hung the smell of gun powder and smoke, coming from the smoldering rests of a building in the center of the crowd.

"Jesus," Mac gasped at the sight. "What happened here?"

Webb gave no direct response. He motioned them into a blind alley.

"Wait here. I mean it! Don't move or I have you arrested within a minute." The expression on his face was enough to convince the JAG officers of his seriousness. Mac scowled but nodded.

She and Turner watched as Webb slipped through the chain of policemen, approached a tall man with a FBI-vest and immediately started a quite but furious argument.

Mac snorted. "That's truly Webb."

She addressed Turner without taking her eyes off the two men. "What do you think had happened here?"

Turner shrugged. "It looks like an operation gone to hell. Something important or FBI and CIA wouldn't have been working together."

Harm hadn't paid much attention to them the last minutes. Since they'd arrived here, he had a strange feeling that became more and more urgent the longer he stayed. He walked slowly deeper into the blind alley.

"I was here before," he whispered to himself. "I was here. And not long ago."

He reached a dark gate and nearly jumped back. He could feel goose bumps on his skin. And suddenly he knew.

"I'm here. Oh God, Mac, I'm here." His voice raised in panic as he stared at the entrance.

"Mac?" Turner looked worried. "Mac? You're all right? You're white as a sheet."

Mac shivered and turned to look into the blind alley. She tried twice before she got the words out.

"He's here. Harm's here, Sturgis."

"It's locked." Turner pulled once more at the gate, bringing his whole weight in. The gate resisted another second then abruptly opened, nearly sending him to the ground.

"Wow! Well, it's not."

Mac didn't bother to answer. She simply walked into the darkness and looked around, pointing with a small flashlight. Turner followed at her heels but wisely didn't try to hold her back.

Harm hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to go in there. He was too afraid of what they might find. But he also wanted to protect Mac. Not that he really could do anything in his current appearance - but ... Sighing he stepped forward and followed his two friends into the darkness.

Carefully they made their way through a big room.

"Seemed to be kind of a garage," commented Turner. "I wonder -" He wasn't able to finish his sentence. Suddenly the ceiling lights were turned on and caused the three of them to jump in surprise.

"Mind telling me what you're doing?" a very angry Webb hissed from the gate. "I told you to stay put!"

"Are you insane?" Turner barked back. The evening had taken its toll on his nerves too. The two men came toe to toe and glared at each other. Before they could engage in a fist-fight, Mac interjected without even looking at them.

"Harm's here."

Webb frowned. "How do you know?"

Turner shook his head. "Don't ask this question."

Webb looked back to him and opened his mouth.

"Mister Webb," said Turner in earnest. "Believe me. You don't want to know."

The expression on Webb's face was priceless but nobody was in the mood to laugh.

Harm had moved on during the short discussion and stood now in front of a not too big opening in the floor. The bottom of the pit was hidden in shadows. Breathing became suddenly very difficult. He more felt than saw Mac reaching his side.

"I'm here," He whispered once more. "I'm down there."

Mac pointed her flashlight down and gave a strangled sound as the light hit a prone figure. Golden wings shimmered softly. The dead color of dry blood appeared black against a white uniform.

"Mac?!" Turner and Webb ran over and pulled her back as she was about to jump into the pit. They exchanged a horrified look after a glance down at the motionless body.

"Let me go!" Mac screamed. "It's Harm! I have to ... he's hurt!"

She struggled and pushed Webb away but Turner didn't let go even as she nearly slapped him in the face.

Webb regained his balance and grabbed her arm again.

"Don't be stupid. What do you want to do? Break your neck in that skirt? Think straight!"

His pointed look at her clothes detracted Mac long enough for him to give Turner a sharp nod. Who turned, jumped into the pit and nearly slipped in the oil mud.

"Let go. I have to give him a light," Mac pressed through gritted teeth. Webb looked her straight in the eyes, nodded and stepped back. He didn't make a comment about the trembling light cone.

Turner quickly examined the lifeless body. Then he looked up. Harm slowly stepped back. Fear formed a lump in his throat.

"He's been stabbed. It doesn't look good. But he's still alive."

"Oh, God." Harm felt his knees buckle. Heavily he sat down while Mac pressed a hand against her mouth to stifle a sob and Webb ran off for help.


To be continued ...