They separated the three, putting each one in a different stall, and searched each one. To their surprise, not a one of them had a cell phone or, hell, even a com link. Alex was still talented at his rope work; he tied each one of them tight enough that Spencer knew they weren't going to get free. Then, once they were sure the men were secured, they hurried to their stall to let Scott know they were okay and so Spencer could look at Alex's arm.

"What the hell happened?" Scott demanded when he saw the blood on Alex's arm. "Dammit, you two. What happened out there?"

Alex quickly tried to reassure him. "It's fine, Slim. Just a cut, okay? Spence is gonna look at it and play doctor again and then we'll go deal with these bastards." In quick terms, he summed up what had happened. While he did that, Spencer cleaned his arm and looked at the cut. Thankfully it wasn't much. He bandaged and wrapped it before taping the wrapping closed. When that was done, he took a minute for himself to get his arm back into the sling, trying not to face the other two as he did, letting them talk about what they needed to do next. Spencer let them talk. He knew what needed to be done next. These two were brilliant men and fantastic tacticians, but Spencer was a profiler and he'd worked with some of the most brilliant minds in the BAU as well as working with a man who pretty much wrote the interrogation handbook. He was also married to one hell of a devious bastard who wasn't at all shy about sharing his opinions on cases or how he'd done his own interrogations a time or two. Still, Spencer knew making suggestions wouldn't work. These two still mostly thought of him as their baby brother. So he let them plan and just quietly moved over, taking a moment to check Scott's wounds.

Those had Spencer's worry growing a little more. There was redness and heat around both of them now and a feel at Scott's skin told him his brother had a temperature, despite the way Spencer saw him shiver. Shit. Infection was setting in. They needed to do something for him soon.

After closing the bandages again, Spencer casually took the gun Scott had set on the ground, using their conversation as a distraction. They were having a furious, whispered argument now about how best to question their captives and they didn't even notice Spencer backing away and going toward the medical bags. Over there, he took a second to strengthen himself and to gather his composure—holy shit his arm was throbbing!—before he grabbed a bottle of water, rose to his feet and slipped out of the stall.

He checked each stall, finding two of the men still unconscious. Luck of all luck, the one in the last one looked like he was waking up. It was the guy who'd had the knives, to which Spencer was grateful. The other two had the look of simple goons, soldiers. This guy here, he'd be the head. This was where the information would lie. Before going in, Spencer grabbed the rope that was still on the ground. He carried it into the stall with him, stopping at the entrance to hook the gun in the front of his pants. Then he walked over and squatted by the guy. Then Spencer did his very best to channel a little bit of Remy and he started to hum to himself, a lighthearted tune, as he wrapped one end of the rope around the guy's thigh, looping it a couple times. Alex had tied the men the same way. Hands tied tightly behind their backs and linked down to their ankles, which were also tightly tied together. Not the best, but effective.

By the time Spencer had the rope wrapped—he didn't bother tying it off, there was no need for what he was going to use it for—the man was awake. Spencer gave him a big grin as he saw the man's eyes lift and lock on him. "Oh, good. You're awake." Keeping the rope held with the hand in the sling, he used his other to reach out and grab his captive's shirt, using that to haul him off his side and up onto his knees, the only position he could be in. When he had him there, Spencer patted his back. "I'm glad I didn't have to wake you. That's never very much fun. And, well, this saves time."

He made himself move as casually as possible to the corner of the stall where he could hook a dirty looking old crate and scoot it over. Before taking a seat, he pulled the gun out of the front of his pants. Then he sat down and looked at his prisoner, smiling at the man. A smile in a situation like this generally had the effect of worrying the suspect even more. No one wanted someone holding a gun to smile at them. There was just something disconcerting about it. "Well now, I thought you and I could have a little chat. You know, talk about a few things. Maybe get some of this figured out. What do you think?"

It didn't surprise him when the man spit on the ground and stayed absolutely silent. Spencer had been expecting something along those lines. With a deep breath, he prepared himself to play a part. Smile still in place, he shook his head. "See, I thought you might feel that way. That's why I set up a little incentive." He raised the gun and used it to gesture at the rope. "Now, I figure you're the smart one out of your little trio. So you've probably already figured out that I have a special affinity for electricity. I assume that's why you have no electronics with you. Smart of you, really. One of the few smart things you've done so far. But that's far off the point."

A light blue light started to build around Spencer's hand. Faint, but there. He carefully controlled the power, letting it slide over his hand and over the beginning of the rope. It satisfied him to see the man's eyes widen slightly and fixate on that light as it moved inch by inch down the rope and toward him. "I've had a lot of practice with this, you know. I can jolt you, or just give you a little buzz, or I can make it powerful enough to stop your heart. Have you ever been hit by a Taser before? Or been electrocuted by an outlet or your car? I hear it's not pleasant. Not that I would know, of course. And, stopping your heart doesn't mean that the pain would be over that quickly, if you're looking for a fast death."

The light was about halfway down the rope now and Spencer could see the man's eyes getting wider and wider. He felt his fear and gave it a little nudge, using his empathy in a way typically would never do. He made the man's fear grow just enough to help his cause.

"I can even use it to restart your heart if I want. Meaning I can bring you back…over, and over, and over. It might be fun to play a little, even. I've always wondered if I have enough control to manipulate the electrical impulses inside a person's brain but I haven't tested it for fear of causing brain damage. It would be interesting to test it now." Abruptly the light on the rope stopped just inches shy of his leg. "Or," Slowly, Spencer drew the light backwards some, back toward himself. "You could answer a few, simple questions for me and maybe, just maybe, we can work something out. But, I warn you, I've got a few other—quirks up by sleeve. I'll know if you lie to me. So, let's try this again. We'll even start with something simple. What's your name?"

The stall stayed quiet and for a second Spencer thought he might actually have to follow through with his threat. He pushed a little more at the man's fear and he let the light start to travel back over the rope, back toward the man. There was a pulse of fear that rolled off of him and then something else flashed and Spencer knew he'd won. "Mac." The man spat out.

Spencer grinned and pulled the light back to himself, drawing it into his hand first and then letting it fade away. "Nice to meet you, Mac. See, this is great. We're building a friendship already." Settling back on the box, Spencer cocked his head and gave another smile, trying to ignore the feel of Alex moving down the row toward him. Please don't let him interrupt this! "So, Mac, how about we keep this simple for a little longer and you tell me what exactly your plan was if you found us here in the barn."

Mac stared at the rope and Spencer could feel his emotions racing as he tried to decide what to do. He looked around before looking back at Spencer once more. "Listen, this is nothing personal, man. A job's a job. The dude told us to come in here and wipe everyone out. Like I said, it was nothing personal…"

"Nothing personal?" Spencer cut him off. He gave a fake laugh and shook his head. "I really suggest you not try that route, Mac. I tend to take it a little personally when someone comes to kill me and I most definitely take it personally when someone tries to kill my brothers. Now, answer my questions without the pathetic pleas and I might not make this extremely personal for you." Lifting the gun, he pointed it at the man's leg. "Do we understand one another?"

"Wait, brothers? They're your brothers?"

That question and the honest surprise behind it was enough to have Spencer going still on the inside. Just barely he managed to keep his composure on the outside. "Yeah, brothers. I take it your boss didn't tell you that part?" Lowering the gun, he fixed Mac with a steady glare. "Why don't you tell me what exactly your orders were, Mac?" Again, he nudged with his empathy, using it to manipulate the man's emotions enough to get him talking. It worked.

"Listen, man, we were just paid a shitload of cash to take out the Summers brothers. He gave us the information on the two and told us that they'd be on a plane. No one was supposed to survive the crash and then there was all that lightning and the explosion. A few of my guys are laid up from that! We weren't told nothing about no third Summers brother."

"Man, you guys really need to do your research." He shook his head again and laughed. These idiots hadn't even known he existed! "I don't know if I should be offended or not that I don't even pop up on some psychopath's radar. Who's your boss, Mac? I think maybe this is something I should take up with him."

"I, I don't…."

A light appeared on the rope again, moving much quicker than last time, sliding down it and toward Mac. The man saw it and tried to scurry back, as if that would help. "Okay, okay!" he cried out when it got close. The light froze and stayed there, obviously waiting. "His name's Green. Thorne Green. I don't know the details, man. He just said they took something of his and they had to pay. That's all I know, I swear! Please, please, don't…"

It made Spencer sick inside to see what he was doing to this person. Bad guy or not, using his powers to manipulate the man's emotions this way left him feeling like he was violating the man horribly. He was violating him. This, in a sense, was like an emotional rape. The urge to throw up grew stronger. Still, he had work to do. He wasn't going to come this far and not get all his information. "Calm down, Mac. We're just having a conversation here, right? And I've only got a few more questions. First off, how many more men are out there?"

"None!" Mac answered quickly. When Spencer cocked his head and pushed that light forward again, the man starting trying to scoot back again. "I called for backup. They should be here in an hour, tops. That it!"

There was a feel to Mac now; his fear was growing too strong. If Spencer pushed him any harder right now, he'd break the man's mind. His touch was a little too clumsy at the moment. Right now he'd get nothing more out of him. If they needed more information, they'd have to speak to the others. With a breath, Spencer changed his charge, letting it go forward on the rope and zapping the man before he had a chance to even get the breath for a scream. It was just enough of a jolt to knock him out. Done with that, Spencer yanked on his rope, letting it unwind from the man's leg. Then he stood up carefully, pulling the rope with him. His mind was racing with new information. Thorne Green.

A check with his empathy showed that muzzy, almost blank feeling that came with unconsciousness from all three of the captives. Good. He adjusted the rope on his arm as he stepped out of the stall. "We need to talk, now." He told Alex as he started to make his way down to where Scott was. "Did you hear what he said in there? We've got to plan our next moves and quickly if we've only got one hour before backup arrives. I don't trust to simply stay here and let them find us the way that these three did. Who knows how many are coming?"

"You're damn right we gotta talk." Alex growled out at him. He put his hand on Spencer's shoulder and practically shoved him into the stall. "How about you start with what the hell that was back there?"

Spencer cast a look toward the stalls that held the men, grateful that Alex's growl was low enough it seemed to have not woke any of them. Then he turned his eyes back to his brother, steadfastly avoiding looking down toward Scott. He could feel his eldest brother's disapproval clearly enough. "That was me getting information. I got us answers, didn't I? The how isn't important right now, Alex. We should focus on what is. Like who is Thorne Green and what did you two take from him?"

Neither one of them showed any reaction to the name. "I don't know." Scott said after a moment. "The name doesn't sound familiar. Neither of you recognize it?"

"We can argue that shit later. Right now shouldn't we be figuring out where the fuck to go before reinforcements gets here?" Alex demanded.

Despite the seriousness of the moment, Scott and Spencer exchanged a look before turning to Alex, raising their eyebrows simultaneously. "The world must be coming to an end." Scott said dryly. "Alex is the voice of reason."

Alex rolled his eyes at him and flipped them both off. "Fuck off, gasbags."

"Gasbags?" Spencer spluttered out. "Seriously, Alexander? Did you just call us gasbags?"

Before that could progress into a full scale argument, Scott held a hand up and snapped his fingers at them. "Focus!" He waited until they turned toward him to sigh and shake his head a little. "There, the world is back to normal. You two are bickering over idiotic things again." His tone was practically dripping with sarcasm. "Now, we need to build a plan. Either of you numbskulls have any bright ideas? Now would be the time to speak up."