Chapter 2, Another Threat
"Trust me, I didn't mean to miss." Tony heard Michelle exclaim as he came running down the stairs. She was holding a gun on Cage, who was one of the heads of the F.B.I.
"What's going on here?" Jack demanded.
"Cage is our traitor," Michelle quipped. Then when he started to deny it she added, "I have evidence. Documents, audio, and visual already confirmed. Go ahead Cage give me a reason to shoot you or better yet let me tell Tony exactly what you've done. Jack too. You know they're going to find out anyway. You know what they can do. The question is, do you want to be in custody when they find out or not?"
Cage glanced at Michelle then looked at Tony—the man had wasted no time in getting down here when he heard the shot. And the concern on his face for Michelle was evident. He knew what Tony was capable of. Hell, he had made him that way, partially. And Jack, well Cage didn't even want to think about Jack.
Slowly he lowered his gun and knelt down, putting his hands behind his back. "O.K., you got me." A couple of agents rushed in and put him in handcuffs.
"One question," Michelle said before they took Cage away. "Did Dylan know?"
"Who the hell is Dylan?" Bill asked causing Tony to smile-Michelle hadn't told him about Dylan.
Cage's eyes darkened. "That's why I killed him. He wanted to tell you once he found out."
"Who's Dylan?" Jack repeated.
"He was my fiance. Murdered when I was 22—the same day he proposed." Michelle jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Tony, his eyes gazing into hers.
She tentatively smiled a thanks but willed herself to get back to agent mode. She knew too well how easy it was to get lost in those eyes of his. "Who's in charge of the team you sent to that address?"
"Motz."
Michelle ignored everyone else and went to the nearest phone, dialing, "motz, it's Michelle…Are you there?…What's the situation?…Dead?…Um, Motz..my-are they-…Yes, I didn't think so…Thank you…Yes…Let me know." Michelle hung up the phone and bit her lip.
She wanted to hide and cry. She wanted Tony to hug her and tell her that everything would be O.K., which she knew would be a lie but in Tony's arms she knew she would be OK and she could believe. But she couldn't be a woman right now.
She had to be an agent. The agent in charge at CTU-people were counting on her. She had to be strong. "OK everyone," Michelle yelled at the top of her lungs, "Listen up."
Michelle pushed a couple of keys on the computer an some images, mainly one man's came up. "This is FBI prisoner, special lock #327. AKA Michael Richards. He escaped from lock-up, was actually let out by Cage and others because of his skill in bio-chemical warfare. Since he has been let out, he has provided a rogue operation of the FBI, under Cage, with some very dangerous chemicals." She hit another button. "Intelligence says…"
