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The One Where They Help Save the World

"So, are we anywhere near them yet?" Mina asked Chandler, who was leading the way to where he, Monica and Sawyer had left the gunmen who'd attacked Joey. There'd been a bit of debate regarding who'd lead the way at first, but eventually Sawyer gave the role to Chandler; if anyone asked them where they were going, he'd be the best person to provide a believable cover story.

"We should be there soon…" Chandler said, looking around himself as they turned off the path and started to look around near the bushes where he thought he remembered leaving the gunmen. Seeing nothing, he looked back at Sawyer with a raised eyebrow. "Does this look about right to you, or am I on the wrong track?"

"No, this definitely looks like it's the right place…" Sawyer said, as he looked around at his surroundings with a growing sense of apprehension. He wasn't much of a hunter, his methods being limited to a few things he'd picked up in some conversations he'd had with Allan while they were heading to Mongolia, but he knew enough to be sure when he was in a certain location or another, and he was sure they were where the gunmen had been dumped. So either his memory was flawed or…

He froze.

If that had happened…

"What?" Mina asked, looking back curiously at her lover. "What's wrong?"

"We have to go back," Sawyer said, looking at her and Chandler with horror on his face. "If I'm right, we may have a bigger problem on our hands then we thought."

"What?" Chandler said, looking over at Sawyer curiously. "What do you mean?"

Sawyer looked over at Chandler, his expression filled with obvious fear.

"Don't you get it, Chandler?" he asked. "Whoever sent those gunmen after us has found them!"

Chandler's jaw dropped in horror.

"Yes, exactly," Mina said, looking at him before turning back the way they'd come. "We need to get moving; our friends may be in trouble."

"Trouble!" Chandler yelled, looking over at Mina with a terrified gleam in his eyes. "Mina, with what I've seen of these guys so far, trouble would be an understatement! They shot at us in a shopping mall, for crying out loud; they don't care about civilian casualties even a little bit!"

"Chandler, calm down, willya?" Sawyer said, looking over at his new friend as he raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Look, I'm as worried as you are, but right now, Mina has a point; we don't get moving now, we're screwed." He looked over at Mina. "You go on ahead and see what's happening; Chandler and I'll be right behind you/ If any gunmen are there already, fight them if it looks like anyone's going to get hurt, but otherwise just make sure that one of those nutcases stays there for questioning, OK? If there aren't any immediate problems, we'll meet you outside the apartment. "

Mina nodded and leapt up into the air, turned into a mass of bats, and began to fly back in the direction that she and her friends had just come from.

Chandler looked up in amazement.

"Whoa…" he said simply.

"Yeah, she does that a lot," Sawyer said, looking over at Chandler. Then he jerked his thumb back after her. "Let's go."

Chandler nodded, and the two of them charged down the path, heading for the apartment building, only one thought on Chandler's mind.

Please be all right, Monica…

Charging up the steps so fast that he nearly crashed into the wall on at least three occasions, Chandler finally saw Mina standing outside the door to his apartment and stopped running, Sawyer close behind him, and the two of them swiftly joined the vampire.

"Situation?" Sawyer asked.

Mina sighed. "Not good, I'm afraid," she replied, looking over at Chandler. "Your friends and wife have all vanished, Mr Bing."

Chandler looked at Mina in horror. "WH-" he began, but then Mina clamped a hand over his mouth, stopping him from continuing.

"Quiet, please; there's still one man in there," she whispered. "I believe that he's setting bombs or something to make us think that the others have been killed; if I charge in on my own, I should manage to take him down without anything getting set off, and then we can question him about the whereabouts of the others."

Sawyer nodded. "Perfect," he said simply. Then he raised his gun and smiled. "Let's rock and roll."

Mina nodded, turned around, and charged straight through the door, knocking it off its hinges as she struck the man in black who was crouched down behind the sofa, apparently putting something underneath it. Before he had even finished turning around, Mina had grabbed his gun out of his hands, crushed the barrel and thrown it off to one side, and was holding him up in the air by the neck as Chandler and Sawyer entered the apartment after her.

"R-right then," Chandler said, trying to sound threatening as he pointed his gun at the man's head. "Now, we have a few q-questions for you, my good m-man, so you'd better a-answer them, or you'll be in t-trouble!"

Sawyer sighed and looked over at his friend. "Chandler, why don't you just let me and Mina handle this, OK?" he asked. Chandler looked defensive for a few seconds, then stepped back to let Sawyer talk to the man.

"Thank you," Sawyer said, before turning to look at their would-be adversary. "Now then, my good man," he said casually, as he aimed his gun at the man's shoulder, "The situation here is simple; tell us what we want to know, and you'll get out of here with maybe only a few bruises. Don't cooperate, and, well…" He shrugged. "I can't guarantee you'll get out of here with all your bones intact. Are we clear?"

The man nodded slightly.

"Good," Sawyer said, bringing the gun down to his side to look at the man. "Firstly, how did you find those guys we knocked out earlier?"

"E-electronic b-beacons in their c-clothes," the man said shakily. "They l-let us keep t-track of any of our men at a-any time, regardless of w-where they are…"

"Ah, so you knew they'd been dumped in the park…" Sawyer said, looking at the man thoughtfully. Then he went back to the questions. "Secondly, what's happened to the others?"

"K-kidnapped," the man said. "W-we were told to c-capture you and a-anyone that we found with you, a-and then destroy the a-area to make anyone around t-think you were dead…"

"I see," Sawyer said, before turning back to look at the man. "OK, here's what we're going to do. You're going to take us to your boss's base, because if you don't go back he'll figure out something's wrong, and then we'll take it from there. You can either stick around after that and get shot, or run off and forget you ever met us. Got that?"

The man nodded nervously.

"Good," Sawyer said, looking over at Mina. "You can let him down now."

Mina nodded and eased her grip on the man's throat, letting him stand on his own again.

"Wait a minute…" Chandler said, looking around the apartment. "We're forgetting something…"

"Excuse me?" Mina asked, looking over at Chandler. "What do you mean, we're forgetting something?"

"I don't…." Chandler began, and then clicked his fingers. "Of course!" he said, snapping his fingers before he turned around and charged out of the apartment.

Mina and Sawyer looked over at each other quizzically, but the puzzlement vanished as Chandler came back into the room, carrying a snoozing Emma in his arms.

Chandler smiled as he looked up at his new friends. "At least they didn't get her," he said, smiling down at the sleeping form of his niece. Then the smile faded as he looked up at the two of them. "What do I do with her? I can't leave her with anyone; what would I tell them?"

Mina sighed. "We only have one option, Mr Bing," she said "We shall have to take her with us."

"WHAT!" Sawyer and Chandler yelled, looking over at Mina in shock.

"Are you insane!" Sawyer yelled, looking over at his lover with a bemused expression on his face. "We can't take a baby into a combat situation; it's suicide!"

"We don't have a choice Tom," Mina said, sighing as she looked over at the young agent. "We can't put anyone else at risk, and it's too dangerous to leave her here on her own even if we weren't being hunted by some unknown adversary. We shall just have to take our chances."

The two men looked over at each other, and then Chandler sighed and looked down at the sleeping form in his arms.

"I'll keep an eye on her," he said, eventually. He looked over at Sawyer. "Think you can manage being the main gunman?"

Sawyer shrugged as he raised his own gun.

"I've been in that position before now," he said casually, as he picked up the weapon that their prisoner had dropped and ejected the ammunition cartridge. "I'm sure I'll manage it now, thanks for asking."

He looked between the two of them. "Our friends are in danger, guys," he said simply. "Let's go."

They walked out of the apartment, the gunman walking sullenly in front of them, Mina's iron-like hand on his shoulder to prevent him escaping.