Gar had made his way up to the interrogation room with Rachel in tow. Opening the door to the room overlooking the prisoner, he saw Jaime and Shae over at the controls while Cass, Grant, and Muhammad were watching the prisoner sitting in the room on the other side of the window. He was bruised and battered from the beating that Gar had given him at the gun fight earlier, but he gave off a demeanor as if he were in good spirits. He sat there with a look as if he were smug, but also showing the dark thoughts racing through his mind. Walking up to the group of three at the window, he spoke to them.

"Have you asked him any questions yet?"

Grant turned to him and shook his head no.

"Figured we'd give you some time to get up here. Thought you'd like to join us."

Gar smirked at the playful remark that Grant gave him and turned back to the window.

"Well, other than Muhammad, I'm the only one who can speak Arabic. If he were to talk to you and use Arabic, I'd still be there to understand every word he said."

Grant nodded his head and turned back to look at the prisoner. The dark smirk was still on his face as he stared ahead, as if knowing they were watching him. Gar wanted to wipe it off his face. This man and his group of evil people had a plan to kill anybody who didn't agree with them. Taking out leaders of many countries would spread fear into the heart of all of their citizens.

With his eyes still on the terrorist, Gar spoke out loud to ask the group a question.

"What exactly are the rules on interrogation in this country?"

On cue, Jaime piped up to give him his answer.

"Not much really. Anything you can use to get information, especially from a terrorist, is fair game."

A smile spread over the face of Gar.

"Perfect."

Rachel turned to look at her leader and her face contorted into that of mild concern. She didn't want him flying off the handle, but at the same time, this man was part of a group responsible for deaths of many civilians. She knew he was a good guy and she didn't want to see him turn into something he's not.

"What do you have in mind?"

He turned to her and his smile turned into that of a playful one.

"It'll be a surprise. I promise I won't hurt him."

He turned back to the window and added something offhandedly.

"Much."

She gave him a nod and returned her eyes back on the prisoner. After a few more moments of silence, Gar turned to Grant and decided it was time.

"You ready to go in there?"

Grant turned to him and gave him a smirk.

"Of course. Let's go give this guy a talking to."

Gar returned his look with a grin and the duo walked out of the room. As the got to the door, Gar turned to Grant to go over their plan.

"I'll let you talk to him first. I'm going to be in the background as a fly on the wall. If he decides to play games and not give us anything, let me handle it. Go back to the room and I'll get him to talk."

Grant gave him a nod and lifted an eyebrow.

"How do you plan on doing that?"

Before the door opened, Gar turned back to look at him with a smirk.

"I'll give him the scare of his life."

Grant smirked and the door finally opened. True to his word, Gar morphed into a fly and flew into the room. Grant followed behind and laid his eyes on the prisoner.

The room was being lit by a single light that didn't offer much. Grant didn't know if it was supposed to be an intimidation tactic or what, but he didn't care if he was honest. He took his seat across from the man and fixed him with a hard gaze. The man returned it and stared back at him with eyes that were dark and soulless. After a brief period of silence, Grant finally decided to start things off.

"Mohammad Al-Shawari."

The man looked surprised for a second, before schooling his looks.

"You know my name?"

It was spoken more as a statement, rather than a question. Grant gave him a nod and the man chuckled.

"Congratulations. You seem to have done your research."

Grant gave the man a shrug of the shoulders and responded.

"It's not hard when you're a wanted man in many countries. Murder, terrorism, acts against humanity just to name a few."

The man gave him a smirk and fixed him with a stare. Being the son of one of the most dangerous men in the world, and at one time, one of the most wanted villains, the look had no affect on Grant.

"You seem to be proud of yourself."

The man chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

"To spread the will of Allah is a proud achievement. Why wouldn't I want to do that?"

Grant quirked an eyebrow at the man's statement and tilted his head.

"So murdering innocents is the will of your god?"

At this, the man's amusement turned into a look of anger. His eyes hardened once again and his smile had been wiped off his face. Leaning forward, he spoke in a tone filled with hate.

"Infidels are not innocents. They are people who violate the law of Allah. That is to be punished with death."

If Grant had been intimidated, he didn't show it. He had hardly even reacted. He turned the man's religion on him in a split second.

"What happened to being peaceful? Doesn't it say to be loving to your neighbors?"

At his words, the man's anger spiked even more.

"Those filthy pigs are not our neighbors. They stole our land from use. They deserve to die, as do those who are willing to be their ally."

Grant's amusement was starting to show. For a man who was so determined to cause harm, he sure was doing a bad job at it. If he was any good, he wouldn't have been caught and his friends wouldn't have been killed.

"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but it looks like you and your friends have been doing a piss poor job at trying to accomplish your goals."

The man's scowl deepened and his nostrils flared. Grant could tell he was getting under the man's skin and a small smirk began to form on his face.

"You do realize that once we hand you over, you will be as good as dead, right?"

The man just stared back at him.

"Where else are your friends at?"

The man turned away from him and refused to speak. Grant watched him closely and could see that he decided to shut up. Glancing up at the fly on the wall behind the man, he allowed his smirk to grow.

"So you're not gonna talk to me anymore?"

He got no response. He gave a halfhearted sigh and shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright then. I'll play your game. Why don't you sit here for a bit and think things over. I'm sure, after we give you some time, you'll decide to tell us what we need."

He got up and walked out of the room. He heard the door lock behind him and smirked. He knew that Gar had a plan up his sleeve to get the information they wanted and he was intrigued at what it was.

He walked back into the room with his team and saw that his sister had joined the group. She stood next to Rachel as they, along with Muhammad and Cass watched the man stewing in his anger. As he walked over, they turned to him. All had a looked of confusion on their faces as he reached them.

"Where's Gar?"

Grant turned to Muhammad and smirked before turning to the window.

"He's in there. Just hiding in plain sight."

Rose lifted an eyebrow at her brother's words and spoke.

"Well then, what does he plan on doing?"

As Grant watched the man, he saw something shifting behind him in the dim light. Once he got a better look at it, he could see it was a green alien like creature. His smirk grew as he realized that Gar was probably going to make the man give him everything he needed.

"Just watch."

They group gave him one last look before turning back to the room. They watched as the man just sat there still, eyes staring straight at the window. Muhammad had been the first to notice a shift behind the man and squinted his eyes.

"What is that?"

The creature finally stood up and walked just far enough into the light for everyone to see. All of their eyes widened as the saw what was standing behind the man.

"A xenomorph?"

Rachel was the first to speak. All of them had seen the movie Alien and were willing to admit that the creature would've scared the hell out of them if that had been attacked by them. If this had been any regular person in there, they would've pitied the poor soul.

"Oh shit."

At Grant's words, it was as of the man had heard them. He caught a glimpse of what was behind him and his eyes were instantly filled with fear. He turned around only to be picked up by his shoulders and slammed onto the table he had been sitting at. An ear piercing shriek filled the room and the group watching had to cover their ears.

As Gar opened his mouth again, the man had to dodge out of the way as something came flying out of the creatures mouth. It was powerful enough to punch right through the spot where the man's head had been just moments before. The alien growled as it lifted the man up with one arm by the throat and held him in the air. He desperately grabbed at the hand around his throat but it was useless.

Morphing back into his human self, Gar fixed the man with a gaze that promised pain and spoke in Arabic.

"Where are they hiding at?"

The man tried to speak, but the grip was too tight. Growling, Gar turned around and slammed the man into the wall behind him.

"I asked you a question. I expect an answer."

Finding enough breath to speak, the man finally gave him his answer.

"There's an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. It used to be an old loading dock for delivering food."

Gar gave an inhuman growl and leaned in close to the man. He could smell the man's urine and smirked inwardly. He fixed the man with a hard and intimidating look before speaking.

"I hope you're not lying to me."

The man shook his head vehemently.

"I promise I'm not. Please don't hurt me!"

Gar smirked at the man and chuckled darkly.

"It's funny how scared you are now with your life being in danger. Not so long ago you reeked of smugness."

With one last look of disgust, Gar turned and with a show of strength, slammed the man through the table. His head bounced off the floor and he lay there unconscious. Gar walked out the room and returned back to where his team was at.

As he walked in, he could see the astonished looks on all of their faces. Unsure of why they were looking at him like that, he quirked his brow and spoke.

"What's up?"

Grant was the first to break out of his stupor and respond.

"When you said you were gonna give him a scare, I didn't think you had that in mind. How did you know you can turn into that?"

Gar shrugged his shoulders and responded nonchalantly.

"I used to watch that movie all the time. The way I gain forms is by observing them and committing it to memory."

Cass was the next to speak; surprising everyone.

"Do you think he was truthful?"

Gar looked at her and shook his head.

"I don't know. As much fear as I could smell in him, I'm pretty sure he was."

Gar turned to Jaime and asked him a question.

"Jaime, with what he gave, is it enough for you to get an idea of the location he was speaking of?"

Nodding his head, he gave his response.

"I should be able to. All I have to do is look into the reports of any docks that have shut down and narrow it to the location he was talking about."

Gar gave him a nod and spoke.

"Alright. Do some research and let me know what you find. Shae, you help him where you can."

They both gave him a nod and began their instructions. Gar turned towards Cass and Muhammad next to give them their orders.

"Can you two clean up that mess in there? And get him somewhere that we can keep him?"

They gave him a nod and Muhammad spoke.

"We have a holding bay down near the basement. I'll throw him in there while Cass takes care of the table you broke."

Gar noticed the playful jab at the end and gave him a smirk before nodding towards him. As he turned towards the remaining three, his wrist com started beeping.

"Gar here."

On the other end, the only person missing spoke.

"Gar my boy. It seems you have a visitor outside. He says he has a delivery for you."

A smile made its way onto his face and he acknowledged Slade.

"Ahh yes. While I was out, something caught my eye. I had them deliver it to me. I hope you don't mind."

He heard a chuckle on the other end and it made his smile grow a bit.

"No worries. Just thought I'd let you know. Take care of business and meet me once you're done. I expect a report on the interrogation and what you were able to find out."

The line cut out as the transmission finished. Gar looked back up to see Grant and Rachel giving him confused looks and Rose giving him a smirk. Smiling playfully at her, he spoke.

"Looks like my toy is here."

Turning towards Grant, he smirked.

"You want to come check it out? I think you'll like it."

Grant nodded his head at him and a grin spread over his face.

"Sure thing. What did you get?"

Gar chuckled and shook his head.

"It's a surprise. I'm not going to spoil it for ya."

He turned to Rachel who was giving him a look mixed with concern and confusion. Noticing the look, he nodded his head towards the door and spoke.

"Come on. I'd hate to keep you waiting."

He opened the door and let Rose and Grant out before catching the eye of Rachel. She seemed to have caught the look and waited for him to catch up. The four made their way down the hall to the garage with Grant and Rose leading the way. Grant was trying to get his sister to tell him what was awaiting them but she wouldn't give him what he wanted. It resulted in some banter between the two siblings and a mild argument.

Seeing that they were distracted and he had what he wanted, he turned to Rachel who had her eyes on him. Seeing the concern hadn't left her face, he sighed.

"What is it?"

She slowed her pace to allow the relatives to walk further away so she could speak to him privately. Gar caught what she was doing and allowed himself to do the same.

"You're not losing your head are you?"

Gar had to hold back a snort at her question and huffed out a response.

"Of course not. Why would you ask such a thing?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, not quite appreciating the way he sounded.

"Something is bothering you. I can tell."

He gave her a look that she couldn't quite place and shook his head.

"I'm fine."

She gave a huff and all but growled out her next words.

"Along with my powers, I'm an empath. I can tell when something is wrong."

He turned towards her and gave her a stern look.

"We're dealing with terrorists. They're not exactly people that you hold in high regards."

She nodded her head and fixed him with a slight glare.

"I'm well aware of that. But there's an underlying issue here that you're not telling me."

Gar turned his gaze away from her and kept his gaze forward. He was debating on whether or not he should let her push the issue. She was right, he had to admit, but he didn't want to tell her that.

As if reading his thoughts, her next words struck a chord.

"I meant what I said earlier. Whatever is bothering you, you can talk to me."

With a sigh, he finally admitted defeat. Lowering his head for a brief second, he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"He killed those guards."

His words hit her like bricks. So that was the issue. He felt responsible for their deaths. She felt like an idiot when she finally came to the realization. He wasn't acting out of hate. He was acting out of self-loathing.

"Their deaths weren't your fault."

He shook his head, not believing her words.

"I could've prevented it. I could feel that something was wrong and my instincts were telling me. I reacted too late and it cost them their lives."

He felt a hand jerk him by the arm and came to a stop. Turning towards her, he could see the look of admonishment in her eyes.

"You had no idea that things were going to go down like that. Yes, they lost their lives and that's tragic. But it's not your burden to carry."

He gave her a disbelieving look and she sighed. Trying for a different approach, she placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke comfortingly to him.

"You saved the President Gar. Unfortunately in this line of work, people are going to lose their lives. But you also have to remember that you save lives as well. And by you thinking under pressure and not panicking, you did that today. If the information you got is correct, not only will we be able to save lives in this country, but many more in different countries."

She could see that she had started to reach him. Softening her features a little more, she gave him a small smile.

"You're a good leader and an even better person Gar. Don't let one bad thing outweigh the good. I'd hate to see Rose's boyfriend turn into some cold hearted prick."

That got a laugh out of him and he shook his head in amusement. Giving her a smile, he rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Believe me, I think she'd feel the same. Her father was like that for a while and I couldn't stand the guy."

She smiled at his joke and chuckled. Giving her a pat on the shoulder, he gave her a nod in appreciation.

"But in serious, thanks Rae. I appreciate it a lot."

She nodded her head and smiled.

"Anytime Gar."

At that moment, the two up ahead finally noticed that Gar and Rachel had been lagging behind. Seeing they were pretty far behind, Grant yelled to get their attention.

"Hey slow pokes, come on! You drug us down here for this surprise. Don't keep me waiting."

Gar gave him a smirk and shook his head at him. He finally caught up to them with Rachel in tow. Turning towards Rose, he saw a mild look of concern. His eyes softened for a brief second before he turned back to Grant.

"Sorry. Apparently Rae here wasn't the biggest fan of our interrogation. Said that it was a little too brutal for her taste."

Grant blew out a huff and shook his head in disbelief.

"He's a terrorist. He's lucky we didn't water board him or snap his pecker off and force him to eat it."

Rose made a face of disgust at her brother's comment and let him know of the fact.

"Keep your torturing ideas to yourself. I really don't need that image in my head."

Grant gave her a look before going off on a tangent about how she needed to toughen up. Rachel looked on in amusement at him as he waved his hands around enthusiastically during his spiel. Gar smiled as well, but he turned his attention back to his girlfriend once he felt her eyes on him.

"Are you okay sweetheart?"

She nodded her head and spoke quietly.

"What were you and Rae actually talking about?"

His face softened at her words and he took her hand in his. He caressed it lightly before he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"She was just making sure I was alright. After the events of today, she was concerned I'd be taking it pretty hard."

She quirked her eyebrows at him and looked at him with concern.

"Was it about those guards?"

He gave her a nod in response and she softened her look. She rubbed the hand around her waist comfortingly and squeezed it lovingly.

"We got them babe. Pretty soon, we'll get the rest of them and it'll be alright."

He gave her a smile and kissed the top of her head. Smiling at the gesture, she leaned into him before taking his hand in hers as they followed Grant to the garage. He was still amazingly going on about how the girls were so squeamish when it came to torture and Gar couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. With one last look to Rachel, he caught her eye and nodded his head in thanks again. She gave him a smile on return and the sound of Grant's voice filled the hallway as they continued on down to the garage.