Moss smiled, already the news was filtered through on the radio about the terrible road accident, stage one of the plan was completed it was time to complete stages two and three but time was running out. He pulled the car into the garage, very much aware he still had his son locked up in the trunk, he would decide what to do with him later. More pressingly he had to finalise his plans, quickly he dialled the hitman's number giving him his final instructions.

When the doorbell to his apartment rang, Fred was cautious to say the least, walking to the intercom, to find out if it was friend or foe, before he had a chance he heard the sound of a gunshot, blowing the lock off the door, frantically he scrambled to the balcony with the intention of screaming for help, he just reached the door to it when the man grabbed him, tackling him to the floor, the pair grappled for a few moments trading blows before the man delivered a crushing blow with his gun to the side of his head for the second time in 2 days. The hit man Steve, wiped his brow, the boy had put up more of a fight than he thought he would, more than last time anyway at the buffet table. Steve carefully picked up the unconscious lad, hoping he hadn't attracted too much attention, carried him out of the apartment and onto the back seat of the car, he was under strict instruction not to kill him, yet.

Moss went to go see the captives, who were gradually getting weaker, he decided he had to give them water and food, and he couldn't have them dying just yet, where would be the fun in that. He hoped that Steve hadn't had any problems at the apartment; he had worked too hard for this, for his carefully laid plans to unravel at the final hurdle. He was alerted by the sound of a car pulling up outside to Steve's arrival, he went out to meet him, Steve was carrying Fred Jones, Moss smiled, he was going to enjoy Jones's final torture. Finally it would all come to an end. Tonight.

Samantha knew instantly that something was wrong by Jack's expression, when he answered the phone, from being on a high after the information from the mystery caller, his figure noticeably slumped. Samantha prayed it wasn't bad news about Danny, were they too late?

She interrogated Jack as soon as he ended the call "What's wrong Jack? Is it Danny?"

Jack was drained from the news. "No that was the hospital, Samantha, Martin has been admitted after a serious car crash" Samantha felt her heart doing somersaults, herself and Martin had just embarked on a relationship. Samantha was almost afraid to question how bad it was but just managed to. "Jack how is he?"

"Well to tell you the truth Sam I don't really know he is not in a life threatening situation I know that but I don't know how bad his injuries are"

"What happened?" questioned Viv, sick with worry for Martin.

"It appears that they were run off the road, Martin was just accompanying Velma home, when a truck rammed them repeatedly before they crashed head on into another car and slid into a ditch. Martin was thrown clear of the wreckage but Velma had to be cut free from the wreckage and is critical in hospital."

"I want to see him" Samantha firmly demanded.

"Sam we really need to check out the information, Martin is said to be stable, im sure he will be fine, we have got to check this now, beside it sounds very likely that Moss was involved and is probably trying to distract us"

Samantha sighed knowing that Jack was right, the mystery caller had given them the area that Danny and Daphne were being held but not the exact location, still it was promising and they had to act. Jack readied the teams preparing an armed squad to stake the area, they had lost two agents already, and he didn't want to lose any more of his team.

Danny groaned as he realised that once again he was coming back from unconsciousness, Moss seemed to love giving a kicking for fun. He thankfully, still hadn't touched Daphne with his fists since he had been abducted. He felt sick as he thought about Jake's question to her, Jake had been livid. He looked up as he heard voices, and was more than slightly worried to see Moss talking in hushed voices with a mystery man. Where was Jake? He prayed that Jake had been able to raise the alarm before Moss got to him. He didn't like the way they were talking so quietly. Normally, Moss smugly told him of his every vicious move with great satisfaction. Moss caught his gaze and grinned, walking over. Danny knew from his purposeful stride, that he was up to something. He had a very bad feeling about this. Come on Jack! He silently pleaded.