Darkness engulfed a house except for the dim light coming from the lit fireplace.
"Shouldn't we call and warn McMartins?" McGee asked, Michael, the Ambassador's secretary.
"No," he replied, tossing some papers into the fireplace, "let Donovan kill him. One less problem for us to worry about."
"And if his wife regains her memory?" McGee asked.
"We won't have to worry about that," Michael smiled, looking at his watch, "all will be taken care of soon."
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Rain started to fall and the wind started to pick. Lightning flashed, briefly highlighting six shadows running next to the building.
Six men dressed in black crept along the sidewall of the abandoned building. The outside gave the appearance of being abandoned. Inside, it was McMartins' hideout.
Donovan put his hand up, warning his team to stop.
"Cody," Donovan whispered into his headset, "anything on visual?"
"No hostiles on the outside or inside," Cody replied looking at his monitor, "only one person is inside."
"McMartins?" Jake asked.
"Can't be positive," Cody replied.
"Good enough," Donovan said, motioning to move forward, "one step closer. Any word from Monica yet?"
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"So, what do I have to do now?" Ciara asked Monica, looking at the computer.
"I just need you to relax and let me have your fingers do the walking," Monica laughed, making sure the software was set up.
"Relax," Ciara laughed, as Monica took her right hand, "easy for you to say. You know who you are."
"Sometimes it would be nice to forget," Monica laughed. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Ciara smiled, "soon we'll know who I am."
"This process should only take a few minutes," Monica commented, rolling Ciara's fingers on the pad.
"How long after that will I know who I am?" Ciara asked.
"Well, it could take Tom a few minutes or it could take a few hours." Monica replied, rolling Ciara's other hand. "I'm not sure."
"One down, one to go," Ciara commented.
"What does that mean?" Monica asked suspiciously, sending the prints to Tom.
"It means I'll know if I'm Frank's wife or not," she replied, "then I just need to find out why McMartins wants me dead."
"This might take awhile," Monica reminded her, "why don't you get something to eat and I'll find you when I get the results."
Ciara nodded and left the room. Deciding she wasn't hungry, Ciara went outside and started to head towards the back of the estate.
Once there, Ciara made her way into the family cemetery. She looked at the names and felt frustrated when they didn't seem familiar to her. Slowly, she walked over to a headstone that had fresh dirt in front of it.
Ciara gasped when she read the name.
Ciara Fitzgerald. Born October 30, 1970. Died September 24, 2000.
Beloved Céile.
Tears filled her eyes when she thought of the pain Frank must've went through when he thought he buried her. His wife. Ciara bent down and picked up and rock and threw it in frustration.
"D'anam don diabhal!" Ciara whispered, damning McMartins, wherever he was.
"My soul's already damned," McMartins laughed, walking out of the shadows. Ciara turned and saw him walking towards her, aiming a gun at her, "we need to go somewhere and be alone."
"Shouldn't we call and warn McMartins?" McGee asked, Michael, the Ambassador's secretary.
"No," he replied, tossing some papers into the fireplace, "let Donovan kill him. One less problem for us to worry about."
"And if his wife regains her memory?" McGee asked.
"We won't have to worry about that," Michael smiled, looking at his watch, "all will be taken care of soon."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rain started to fall and the wind started to pick. Lightning flashed, briefly highlighting six shadows running next to the building.
Six men dressed in black crept along the sidewall of the abandoned building. The outside gave the appearance of being abandoned. Inside, it was McMartins' hideout.
Donovan put his hand up, warning his team to stop.
"Cody," Donovan whispered into his headset, "anything on visual?"
"No hostiles on the outside or inside," Cody replied looking at his monitor, "only one person is inside."
"McMartins?" Jake asked.
"Can't be positive," Cody replied.
"Good enough," Donovan said, motioning to move forward, "one step closer. Any word from Monica yet?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So, what do I have to do now?" Ciara asked Monica, looking at the computer.
"I just need you to relax and let me have your fingers do the walking," Monica laughed, making sure the software was set up.
"Relax," Ciara laughed, as Monica took her right hand, "easy for you to say. You know who you are."
"Sometimes it would be nice to forget," Monica laughed. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Ciara smiled, "soon we'll know who I am."
"This process should only take a few minutes," Monica commented, rolling Ciara's fingers on the pad.
"How long after that will I know who I am?" Ciara asked.
"Well, it could take Tom a few minutes or it could take a few hours." Monica replied, rolling Ciara's other hand. "I'm not sure."
"One down, one to go," Ciara commented.
"What does that mean?" Monica asked suspiciously, sending the prints to Tom.
"It means I'll know if I'm Frank's wife or not," she replied, "then I just need to find out why McMartins wants me dead."
"This might take awhile," Monica reminded her, "why don't you get something to eat and I'll find you when I get the results."
Ciara nodded and left the room. Deciding she wasn't hungry, Ciara went outside and started to head towards the back of the estate.
Once there, Ciara made her way into the family cemetery. She looked at the names and felt frustrated when they didn't seem familiar to her. Slowly, she walked over to a headstone that had fresh dirt in front of it.
Ciara gasped when she read the name.
Ciara Fitzgerald. Born October 30, 1970. Died September 24, 2000.
Beloved Céile.
Tears filled her eyes when she thought of the pain Frank must've went through when he thought he buried her. His wife. Ciara bent down and picked up and rock and threw it in frustration.
"D'anam don diabhal!" Ciara whispered, damning McMartins, wherever he was.
"My soul's already damned," McMartins laughed, walking out of the shadows. Ciara turned and saw him walking towards her, aiming a gun at her, "we need to go somewhere and be alone."
