"What's the final tally?" Carla asked sitting on her bed a week later as Face looked over his notes from where he sat by her side.
"The Chairman, Vice Chairman, Chief Of Naval Operations and the Director Of The Joint Staff are all dead," he said rubbing his forehead. "Eight in all we're sick, treated and released, with two still in ICU in critical condition."
"Wow," Carla said shaking her head. "I can't believe Trigorin did that. From everything daddy told me about him, he just didn't seem capable."
"Times change and people change, my dear," Stockwell said stepping into the room as Carla's face lit up in excitement."
"Daddy!" she said standing up and reaching for her father who indulged her with a warm embrace.
Face suddenly felt like an interloper as his father and sister shared the tender moment before Stockwell broke the embrace and turned to him. "How are you, son?"
"Better," Face said relaxing a little. "Maggie said, we could go home today."
"Yes, I know," Stockwell said with a slight smile. "That's why, I came along."
"Okay," Maggie said walking into the room followed by Hannibal. "Here's the discharge papers," she said waving a few sheets of paper in front of Face and Carla. "All I need is your signatures and we'll be ready to break out of here!"
"Gimme," Face said eagerly signing the paper. "Let's get out of here, before someone changes their mind. I've never felt like such a genuine pig in my life!"
"Thallium poisoning is not something the medical community deals with everyday so it was kind of exciting to have the opportunity to study the effect," Maggie said with a devilish grin as Face and Carla both shot her nasty looks. "What?"
"I'm so glad our vomiting and not being able to move for three days was so interesting to you, Doc," Face said sarcastically. "I'm just sorry that either of us didn't keel over so you could donate our body to science!"
"Maybe next time, huh," Maggie replied with a laugh as Face grinned.
"Trigorin won't get a next time," he mumbled while handing her the discharge paper. "Let's go!"
Hannibal exchanged glances with Stockwell who only shrugged as they headed down the hallway toward the elevators. "What's that supposed to mean?" The colonel asked as they stepped inside the first available lift.
"It means that I want Trigorin," Face said angrily. "And, I'm going to do everything I can to find him!"
"It sounds like, you're talking about revenge, Face," Hannibal replied in shock.
"Maybe, I am," Face said leaving the elevator first.
Later that night, Stockwell waited until the house was quiet and everyone was asleep before slowly making his way to the study. He knew that his son had changed the command codes per his request when he had taken over but Carla's had remained the same and it was those that he used to bring up the computer. After Face and Carla had been released and his son vowed revenge against Trigorin, he knew it was time to act. He would not allow Trigorin to hurt his family any longer or Face to be hurt again. Not after all he'd been though to get them to this point.
Inputting the number into the computer that he knew by heart, he waited for the call to connect and Ivan's surprised expression fill the screen.
"Well, well, we'll," Trigorin said with a sneer. "I see you're still alive my old partner."
"And just as dangerous," Stockwell said angrily. "This cat and mouse game is between us! Leave my family out of it brown fox or I will hunt you down!"
"Give me what I want and I will consider it," Trigorin said as Stockwell leaned back in the chair.
"Never," he snarled. "It's treason!"
Trigorin laughed as he peered into the screen. "What's more important old man, your country or your family!"
"Alright, damn you!" Stockwell said in defeat. "But, I'll need time to get the documents together."
"I'll give you a month's respite before I strike again and make no mistakes," Trigorin said harshly. "The next strike will be the last!"
Stockwell sighed angrily as the connection ended. One month didn't seem long enough to plan his next move but it would have to be, he could ill afford to mess this up.
Face tackled his morning routine with a vengeance like Gloria had never seen before. After having been laid up the entire week in the hospital, he was eager to get to the latest intelligence and see if anyone knew where Trigorin might be hiding. If being with Hannibal so many years had taught him anything, it was that anyone could hide in plain sight. So that was where he planned on looking first.
"Okay," Face said standing in front of the large screen television at the end of the study. On the screen was an arial view of the DC area. "Where has Trigorin been known to associate when he's in D.C.?"
"High class hotels," Carla said as Face made a list on paper. "Rental properties and Condos."
Stockwell had no intention of letting Face or anyone else know where to find Trigorin until he saw how driven his son has become about finding him. And, it may work to my advantage, he thought.
"No," he said from where he sat in a corner of the room and watched quietly. "Ivan wouldn't allow himself to be so noticeable. I think abandoned warehouse's is where you'll be likely find him."
"Then that's where we'll start," Face said with a nod aimed toward Stockwell. "Carla, bring up only abandoned warehouses in the DC area and let's see how many were talking about."
The screen flipped to show the position of the warehouse's as Carla circled all the known empty ones. "We're looking at about five," she said before zeroing in on all five.
"BA and I will go set up some surveillance on the warehouse's and let you know if we see any activity," Hannibal said as Face nodded his agreement.