Face waited until Maggie left the room before getting up and returning to the desk. He used the computer to bring up the schematics of the plant and a map of the area where the latest intelligence showed the chemical weapons were possibly being produced. Taking out a pen and paper, he made some notes before he noticed a vacant lot nearby.
It could be a hindrance to the mission or an aid depending on the vegetation. Shrubs and trees would make a perfect cover for Hannibal and the guys to get to the building unnoticed. However, an open field would make it difficult to get to the building undetected.
A flashing red light on the computer screen indicated the plane carrying the team had taken off and Hannibal would be contacting him soon. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Face wondered if skipping the nap had really been a good idea.
Maggie sipped a cup of coffee as she stood in front of the glass doors that lead to the patio in the back of the house. "You brought the ables back?"
"Yes," Carla replied joining Maggie. "I thought it would be a good idea with the team gone. Besides, Templeton and father, were the only ones here and I don't know about you but I don't relish the thought of someone breaking in here with just us."
"I agree," Maggie said with a nod. "I think upping the security is a very good idea."
"Especially if word gets out that Templeton is in charge and not our father," Carla said as Maggie turned toward her.
"Why is that?" she asked curiously.
"Well, father may have a lot of enemies but he is also a well known and imposing figure," Carla replied thoughtfully. "Not a lot of people besides my uncle Ivan would take the chance of coming after him but Templeton is a different story."
"Virtually unknown, Stockwell's enemies would think he's an easy target," Maggie said as Carla nodded.
"And, since Templeton and the team wasn't able to take out my Uncle Ivan, he knows father's still alive and he may even be aware that my brother has taken over," Carla said worriedly as Maggie nodded.
Face leaned into the high backed leather chair and closed his eyes while he waited for Hannibal's call. When he heard the click of the office door opening, he assumed it was Maggie coming to make sure he had taken her advice about getting some rest. So it came as quite a shock to him when he felt a hand in his shoulder and the cold metal of a gun pressing at his temple.
Face's eyes popped open as a disembodied voice from behind him spoke. "Make one sound and the first person to enter this room gets a bullet followed by each person to come in after!"
"What do you want?" Face asked quietly.
"Stop the mission," the voice replied slowly. "Call the team back."
"I can't," Face said stalling for time. "They've already left and haven't contacted me yet."
"Then call them!" The voice commanded firmly as the gun was pushed further into the side of his head.
Face nodded as he reached for the phone. All the while his mind was formulating a plan of action. He had one chance to take care of whoever this was as quickly and quietly as possible to avoid anyone in the house including himself from getting hurt.
Slowly picking up the receiver of the phone, Face pressed the button that would alert the security staff that there could be a potential problem within the house. But to the untrained eye of his assailant, it just looked like he was accessing an outside line.
Pressing a few buttons, he felt the pressure on the gun ease up ever so slightly and he knew it was now or never.
Carla whirled around from where she stood in the dinning room as four of Stockwell's ables ran into the room with guns drawn. Maggie, Ellen and Gloria looked around in confusion as Carla stepped forward.
"What's wrong?" She asked as the senior able looked around.
"We received a security breach alert from the General's office!" He said as his eyes swept the house.
"Able twelve, I want you to take Ellen and Gloria to the safe room!" Carla ordered before turning around to the other three guards. "You three come with the doctor and me!"
Face pushed his chair hard against the gunman catching him off balance. The gunman was larger than him so he knew he was at a disadvantage in hand to hand combat so his only option was going for the gun. Landing hard on the floor, they both fought for the gun. Face kicked out hard at the gunman's arm as he started to get to his feet which sent the gun careening away and gave Face the chance to throw a solid right handed punch.
Carla, Maggie and the ables arrived at Stockwell's office just in time to see the assailant fly though the French doors as Face quickly followed. Grabbing the stunned man by the collar, Face looked him directly in the eyes. "Who are you working for!"
"Go to hell!" The man snapped in reply as the ables quickly took control of the situation.
"We've got him, sir!" The senior able said as Face straightened up. "We'll take him for questing!"
"No," Face said looking at Maggie. "I got a better idea."
The gunman quickly found himself handcuffed to a chair in the middle of Stockwell's office as Face and Maggie walked in a few moments later.
"Are you crazy," Maggie yelled angrily. "I can't do this! I won't do it! I took an oath!"
"Fine," Face said meeting her eyes. "Give it to me, I'll do it!"
The gunman watched the display with disinterest until Maggie pulled out a syringe and vial. "Here you go," she said handing the objects to Face. "Don't hold me accountable for what happens!"
"Don't worry, Doctor," Face said putting the syringe into the vial and drawing out all the liquid. "I won't!"
"I'm sorry," Maggie said apologetically to the handcuffed man. "It's a very slow acting and painful poison but he won't let me give you anything quicker."
"That's enough, Doctor," Face said angrily. "You can go now!"
"Fine with me!" Maggie replied heading toward the door. "I still think there's other ways to get him to talk!"
"You want to talk?" Face asked as the gunman met his eyes.
"Fuck you!"
"See, the time for talking has past!" Face replied with an evil grin as he walked toward the gunman with the syringe.
"What are you doing?" He asked nervously trying to pull his arm away as Face injected the contents of the syringe into him.
"You don't want to tell me who your working for so I no longer need you," Face said tossing the empty syringe into the trash. "There is of course, an antidote."
"There is?" The man said looking up as Face nodded.
"But, you said you didn't want to talk so I guess we won't be needing it," he replied taking a seat behind his desk. "I do so hate killing people but sometimes it's a necessary evil."
The gunman started to feel something deep in his guts and figured it was the poison starting to work on him. Breaking out into a cold sweat, he looked at Face pleadingly. "Maybe, I was a little quick not to take you up on your offer!"
"Oh," Face said leaning forward. "Would you like to tell me who your working for?"
"In exchange for the antidote?" the gunman asked as Face nodded. "He only identified himself to me as Brown Fox! I swear, I don't know anything more than that!"
"That's enough," Face said going to the door. "Alright, you can take him away now!"
The four ables rushed into the room and uncuffed the assailant before quickly leading him away. "What about the antidote?" He yelled as Maggie smiled.
"It wasn't poison," she said as the man visibly slumped into the arms of the security personnel.
"By the way," Face said going to Stockwell's desk. "What was that stuff?"
"Methylnaltrexone," Maggie replied with a grin. "It's basically a laxative. In a few short hours he's only going to wish he was dead."
"I'm glad your on our side, Doc," Face said with a smirk. "I got to get in touch with the guys and let them know what happened. They're really going to have to watch their backs tonight!"