One week later

Everything was going good, well as good as can be expected. Sydney was so anxious she could hardly eat. But she was counting the days until this would all be over.

Gage was doing his job as cop gone bad in a drug smuggling gang. He kept in contact every two days and was also looking forward to the end of this mission. So everything was going as planned.

Until the 9th day...

Somewhere in Dallas

"Yo Johnny! Mr Anderson wants to see you."

"Don't want to keep him waiting", Gage muttered under his breath. Today had been a hard day. While delivering an unknown package to a highly rated druglord Gage had almost ran in to one of his old contacts, but had managed to avoid him. Or so he thought.

Knocking on the door of mr. Anderson he felt a little uncomfortable. He had a nagging feeling in his stomach, something was wrong.

"Come in."

With tense muscles Gage carefully entered the cold office.

"Well hello Johnny."

"What's up mr. Anderson", Gage asked taking on a gruff voice.

"Johnny, I got some disturbing news today", he said while secretly pushing on a button underneath his desk. Gage started to feel really uncomfortable, and began to look for a way out of this, before it went ugly. But it was already to late, because the door suddenly opened, revealing 3 burly looking guys. And while two of them grabbed Gage from behind, the other slammed a needle in his neck. Gage obviously tried to defend himself, delivering a kick to one of the guys holding him, but suddenly found his limbs too heavy to move. He looked up at Anderson after sagging down on the floor.

"Seems like someone has been infiltrating in my organisation, someone by the name of Ranger Francis Gage. You don't happen to know anyone with that name, do you 'Johnny'?" he said with a menacing tone in his voice.

Through blurry thoughts Gage decided to deny everything.

"No", he said, feeling as if he spoke through a mouth full of marbles.

"Well, then maybe you know Stan Harding?" he asked, while opening another door, which revealed the beaten form of Gage's former contact. Stan looked like they used him for a punching bag, and you could see his was afraid.

"I-I'm sorry ranger Gage", he said while turning to Anderson, "Yes that's him."

"Why, thank you for you cooperation mr. Harding."

He gave a nod to the third guard. "Dispose him."

With one swift move the guard took Stans neck and snapped it.

Gage flinched at the sight of this brute violence, knowing fully well that he would be next. Although he knew they would come, the next words Anderson spoke chilled him to the bone.

"Take him out. But do it slow, I want him to suffer..."

And with that, he came around his desk, walked over to Gage and with two swift kicks to his head, sent him into oblivion...