Meanwhile, Hotch, Rossi and Reid were getting closer to the cabin, becoming more aware of the situation as they did. They were almost there, they were so close. They arrived outside the cabin and immediately Hotch started giving out orders.
"Okay Rossi, go around back with two officers and work your way in. Reid and I will go through the front with another officer. Nothing can be destroyed or broken as it might be key to the cure and no matter what, keep the two suspects alive. We need them" Everyone nodded and went off to their desired positions, ready to raid the cabin on Hotch's radio call.
"On three we go. Ready? One, two, three!" Everyone stormed in from their positions, startling the two men who stood in the centre of the living room of the cabin. Three men stood before them, guns pointed with fire in their eyes. Another three behind them, the space shrinking in the small cabin. They were screwed and they knew it, but why go out without a little drama? What was the fun in that?
"Hands where I can see them" Hotch shouted seeing Taylor had his hands in his pocket.
"Oh of course. Come on Harris do what the man said" He nudged his partner with a smirk, the pair raising their hands over their heads. Everyone immediately eyed the large vial in Taylor's hand, which everyone immediately knew was the cure. What else could it be?
"Taylor, you don't want to do this. Give me the cure and we will tell the court you both cooperated. It will lessen your sentence" Hotch explained, taking a cautioning step towards the two men, though they only laughed in response.
"Lessen our sentence? We assaulted 3 FBI agents? We aren't stupid you know. Why go out without a bang ey? I mean where's the fun in that?" Harris laughed, eyeing the agents carefully.
"Harris, come on don't be stupid. We can work something out you know that. It doesn't matter whether they are FBI agents or not, if we tell them you cooperated that with play a big part in your sentencing" Hotch said carefully taking another step closer.
"How about this? You let us go and I won't smash the vial" Taylor smirked with a raised eyebrow, manoeuvring the vial round in his hand playfully.
"We can't do that Taylor and you know it. Come on, hand over the vial. Now" Hotch said, slowly putting his gun away, holding out his hand. A couple of officers slowly made their way forward, Hotch feeling the sweat on his forehead as he saw the defensive look in Taylor's eyes. He held his hand higher, ready to smash it, halting the officers.
"Take one more step, and this goes alright? Got a feeling you don't want that do you? Your agents are sick aren't they? The blonde one first yeah, she is in a bad place isn't she? I know that if she doesn't get even a drop of this before tonight she is dead. Your other two with help should handle the flu that is taking over their body, I mean they are the oldest kids that have come out of the mix, and their bodies should be fine. Blondie however, well she is on the verge of going isn't she?" He laughed, though Hotch could sense the nervousness in him. He was getting sloppy.
"Taylor come on. Cooperation will be nothing in court if our agent dies and you both know that. Do you know what security guards in prisons do to men who kill cops and feds? Skip meals, you don't get your special treatment, won't be able to leave your cell. Do you really want that? The court won't even grant you the death penalty, they will make you suffer all those years in prison till finally the loss of food slowly kills you. The respect from cell mates will be nothing to the torture you guys will get. Is it really worth it?" Rossi started, the men looking to him shocked. Was that true? Do guards do that to people? Harris looked expectantly to Taylor.
"Give it to them, for Christ sake just do it!" He shouted, but Taylor just laughed.
"I guess I'll test my fate" He lifted his arm up, the vile practically slipping out of his hands when 2 shots rang out, the vial slowly falling to the floor as a body dropped dead.