Face parked the plain black car that he borrowed from one of the ables a few blocks from able six's last known position. Checking the time on his watch, he looked around before exiting the car. He blended into the night as he moved between the buildings on his way to where he hoped Trigorin would be located.
Hannibal watched the large screen in Stockwell's study as Face's tracking device slowed and then moved methodically. "He's on foot now," Carla said with a nod aimed at the screen.
"Can you show us his respiration and heart rate?" Maggie asked as Carla nodded before she touched a few buttons to reveal a second screen. The doctor took a step forward and watched as the vital signs filtered though a few cycles before looking at Hannibal. "Looks good," she said reassuringly. He nodded in agreement as he continued to watch Face's movements on the screen.
Face stopped outside of a modest looking home when he detected movement inside. Peering into a window, he saw two men seated at a table in the kitchen playing cards, able six was one of them. Three against one, he thought while a smirk graced his mouth, not bad odds. Looking around, he decided to wait for the game to end when able six stood up and headed for the back door, that's when Face remembered, he used to step outside the house in Langley to smoke.
Crouching down in the darkness, Face waited for the able to light his cigarette before reaching up and pulling the burly man toward him. Pushing him against the wall, Face drew his revolver and shoved it under the Able's chin. "Make one sound," Face whispered. "And, I'll blow your head off!"
He watched though the moonlight as the Able's eyes widened in surprise. "Sir!" He whispered excitedly. "What are you doing here?"
"I want Trigorin!" Face replied with fire in his eyes. "Where is he?"
"Inside," the Able replied with a quick nod. "Asleep in the master bedroom."
Face looked the man in the eyes. "Are you with me?" He asked trusting his instincts.
"Yes," the Able replied as Face slowly let him go.
"What about the guard inside?"
"I'll take care of him," Able six said before tossing his cigarette away and pulling out a knife. "Give me a few minutes and then come inside."
"Don't double cross me!" Face warned as the man nodded before going back into the house.
A few minutes later, Face saw the lights in the kitchen go out. Making his way to the back door, the Able met him there. "It's done!"
"Good," he said looking over at the form slumped over the table. "Come with me."
"Right behind you," the Able replied moving silently though the house as he followed Face to the master bedroom.
"Any traps around here?" Face asked barely above a whisper as the Able shook his head no.
Face reached for the handle of the bedroom door but before he could open it, the door swung open revealing the rushing spy just behind it.
"Hold it, Trigorin!" Face said bringing his rifle up and pointing it directly in the Russian's face. "Move and I'll blow your head off!"
Trigorin smiled as he slowly raised his hands in defeat. "Now that you've got me, Templeton," he said smugly. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"I came here tonight to kill you, Trigorin!" Face replied as the Russian grinned.
"In cold blood," he said meeting Face's eyes. "That's not really your style, now is it?"
"I'll do whatever I have to in order to protect my family!" Face growled. "Even if that means killing you!" He said clutching the gun harder as his finger inched closer to the trigger.
"Yes," Trigorin said snidely. "You can kill me right here and right now but if you do, I'll still win because it was I that brought you to your moral knees!"
Hannibal, Maggie and Carla continued to watch the screen that showed Face's tracking device at a standstill. "He has to be with Trigorin," Maggie said more calmly than she felt. "His heart rate is accelerated which means his adrenaline has kicked in big time!"
"Yeah," Hannibal replied helplessly. "Wish I was there!"
"We'll see about that," Face said before he pulled the trigger.
Hannibal prowled the study like a caged animal a few moments later as Maggie stood over Carla who worked the keyboard like a pianist.
"I can't explain it," she said looking from Maggie to Hannibal. "The signal to the tracking device should not have stopped transmitting!"
"What about...if he were dead!" Maggie asked quietly as Carla shook her head no.
"Even if the person was deceased, the transmitter would continue to send a signal," Carla said evenly. "A person would have to be literally obliterated in order for it to stop working while implanted in someone."
"Turn on the news," Hannibal said stopping abruptly and looking at Carla.
Carla switched over to the local news which was at that moment reporting about an explosion in a housing subdivision with multiple casualties.
"You don't think?" Carla said looking from Maggie's sad expression to Hannibal's hardened look.
The phone in the office suddenly rang causing all three people to briefly pause before Carla grabbed the receiver. "Yes," she said hoarsely.
Hannibal and Maggie both watched as she listened intently to the person on the other end. "I understand," she said gently. "We'll be waiting!"
"Well?" Hannibal asked impatiently as Carla got to her feet.
"Able six is bringing him though the gates now," she said looking at Maggie. "You better get your bag, he needs a Doctor!"