Author's note: Hi again. I'm going to get this done now, while I have a lull in the wedding planning! Thanks for all that are reading and reviewing. It really makes my day. I think we've got about one more chapter after this one. I feel bad that the chapters have gotten smaller, I think I'm taking less words to get my points across. Okay, enough chatter, read on people!

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Bobby enjoyed his job very much. He enjoyed killing and ruining people's lives as they sunk deeper into debilitating drug habits. He enjoyed trying to gun down FBI agents as they left from their afternoon meal. And he especially enjoyed the large sums of money he acquired by doing so.

Which is why he was having a pretty good day. He watched as his cohorts drug the lifeless bodies of the two young adults away and smirked at their foolishness. They had a task to perform and they failed. Nothing they could have brought him would have been as useful as Dr. Epps's notes, the ones the FBI was using to bring him down. He hated the FBI and he hated smart people who thought they could thwart him. Who were these people to interrupt his good day?

Taking a look around the warehouse, Bobby noticed a door next to a large mirror. Being very curious and also very vain, he strode up to mirror and examined his rugged features. Then he made his way over to the door, reaching for the handle and tried to turn it. Finding it locked, he grew extremely more curious.

"Bobby! Were done, let's get outta here!" Ed's voice called. Turning away from the door, Bobby returned to the car, disappointed that he didn't find out what was inside. On the other hand, they needed to leave before they were found.

Behind the door, Charlie exhaled the breath he didn't know he had been holding. He couldn't even quantify how lucky he had just been. Had the man persisted in trying to open the door, he would have surely found Charlie and who knows what he might have done to him. Gathering all the strength in his weak body he lifted the wooden chair and with all his might, brought it crashing through the outside window at the precise time the three villains started their car and began their get away.

Gathering his breath for a moment and not waiting to see where the car was driving off to, Charlie carefully climbed the chair and lifted himself through the window to the outside. His getaway was almost perfect, except at the same time his feet landed on solid ground, a large dark sedan rounded the corner.

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Don drove as fast as he could to the warehouse without risking his or his cohort's lives. He held onto the slim hope that Charlie would be there and still alive, if not they were staring at the proverbial dead end, and Don didn't like that thought at all. He rounded the last corner and pulled into the warehouse, just as a large dark sedan pulled out the other end.

Don tried to pull through the warehouse as best he could, as Terry raced to copy the sedan's license plate number. Stuck, Don stopped the car and raced out the other end of the warehouse after the sedan. He saw them turn the corner and drive around the building. Behind him Terry and David had also jumped out of the car. Don motioned for David to go around the other side of the building. It seemed that Terry had found something in the warehouse and was preoccupied. Don followed the car on foot to find it stopped in the alleyway next to the warehouse. There were at least three men standing next to the car, two bulkier men with guns threatening a wide-eyed Charlie.

"Stop right there!" screamed Don, training his gun on the man closest to Charlie. Behind the men he could see David doing the same with Terry close behind him.

"FBI! Put the weapons down!" he yelled again at the men.

"Don't think so Agent Epps, unless you want your brother here to suffer," Bobby yelled back.

"We'll kill him!" Ed screamed.

"Kill him and you'll definitely be dead," replied Don, "Let him go and we can make a deal."

Bobby looked from Charlie to Don. On the one hand, it would feel so good to go on a shooting spree, on the other hand he liked living. Motioning to Ed, they both slowly put their guns on the ground and lifted their hands in the air.

"Charlie!" called Don, and Charlie quickly ran behind the protection of his older brother. The three FBI agents slowly closed in on the men, momentarily forgetting about the man behind the drivers seat until the engine roared to life and the car came screeching haphazardly towards David and Terry.

"Look out!" Don warned as the two barely had time to duck out of the way. David fired two shots at the departing sedan and missed. In all the distraction, Ed took the opportunity to reach for his gun.

"Don, the man!" yelped Charlie. Don caught him in the knee-cap just in time before Ed could get a hand on his own gun.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you," Terry told Bobby, pushing the muzzle of her own gun into the small of his back. She pushed him into the wall and cuffed him, reading his rights. David came back to the others and helped Don with Ed after radioing for backup.

Don took a grateful look at his brother Charlie. "Are you okay?"

"I am now."