Earlier that morning Fiona stared in awe at the burnt down house in front of her, she had followed Michael's tracker on his pone to a small house on a dangerous neighborhood. Inside there were four dead bodies turned almost into cinder. The responsible for this carnage did know how to destroy all usable evidence yet no amount of fire could erase the large splatter of blood over the walls.

-"You don't think Michael might be in there right?"- Jesse said disgusted

-"Mikey's phone was posed on the entrance of the house and Fiona heard a woman saying he'll be back if he behaves. My guess is that whoever did this has him kidnapped"- Sam responded

-"Does Maldonado have a girlfriend?"- Fiona asked absent

-"No Intel ever suggested that, you think it might be him?"- Sam was worried, Maldonado was known for his cruelty, he might have figured out that Michael tried to turn his men against him and probably chose to kill them as a way of sending a message. Sam feared what a man like Maldonado might have in store for his friend.

-"He's the only one we know might have a motive for all this butchery"- Fiona was already cradleling her AK47. If a gunfight from hell was the only way to pry Michael away from that drug lord, and most important, that mysterious bitch then she was up for it. The fact that she would probably enjoy it was beside the point.

-"Hold on sister, if we want to save Mickey we better do a proper plan otherwise this could go ugly"- He gently removed the rifle from her hands

-"And what do you have in mind?"- Fiona accused

-"I think it's time for Maldonado to meet Chuck Finley"- Sam smiled with all the confidence he could show in a situation like theirs, still Jesse had the difficult task to stop Fiona from trying to save Michael on her own. They had to go to Michael's loft and come out with a proper plan. Unfortunately none of them noticed the tiny man watching from the distance with binoculars. As soon as they left he called his employer to let them know he made visual contact with her targets.

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To her credit Delilah did manage to get rid of the smell of death out from her car with lots of air freshener, she seemed to have a lot of experience in the matter

Michael's plan was sketchy but it was all he could come up on those circumstances. He would introduce Maldonado to Delilah taking credit for killing all his men. For that he would play the badass criminal trying to take over both Finley's and Maldonado's operation while Delilah would play yet again the helpless victim and the first of his would be many prostitutes.

She was thorough, even for a first class assassin. She wore a wig to not leave any hair samples on the crime scene and removed her fingerprints with acid.

Hearing her describe the act of what she called "a proper murder" and how much reverence she had for it he assumed she would probably be completely focused on the victim and that might give him the advantage he desperately needed, the way she described the act and justified her actions gave him goose bumps in the middle of the Miami summer.

-"Tell me Michael, have you ever killed someone?"- She was testing him, of course a seasoned hero like him would, that man didn't have any innocence in his eyes anymore.

-"Yes many times in fact"- He answered truthfully

-"Have you enjoyed it?"- She asked with a coy smile

-"No"-

It surprised him how natural and honest was his response. Even in his darker days as Larry's protégé, killing was merely a mean to an end, not a bonus of the work. He had caused a few bloodbaths back in the day but now he realized it was because he had always tried to take his mind out of it and let his training and instincts take over. He didn't want to think too much about it because if he had in those difficult days out in the field many men would be alive, some evil, some others not so much, but he would surely be dead.

-"What's your weapon of choice?"- This was her idea of a typical conversation

-"I get creative sometimes, but I guess that if had to kill someone I'll choose a sniper's rifle. Safe position and effective, yours would be knives right? I see you're skilled with them"- He tried to play along

-"Yep and you know why? Because they're dignified, your methods are cold, cheap and disrespectful"- She reprimanded him

-"Yeah I think it's rude to shoot someone between the eyes but slicing them up doesn't sound so classy either"- He scoffed.

-"You're wrong Michael; it takes courage to stab someone. First of all you're close enough to feel the other person's breath and body heat; you acknowledge this is a real life in your hands not an anonymous image behind a scope over your rifle. The victim sees you straight in the eye as your hand takes away the precious gift everyone takes for granted, you don't hide in the distance letting the person die without truly understand what happened to them. Most my victims knew it was me who killed them and how I did it, every single face is stuck in my memory as a cherished moment because their deaths are meaningful to me. Do you remember all the people you killed?"-

She had said the last speech as an art historian would describe a painting he was particularly interested in, even infatuated with. The memories she kept so close to her heart were the same kind of memories he couldn't banish from his nightmares at night.

Now certain that her focus on her favorite activity might be the key to destroy her, he dared to hope he had a chance to eliminate two birds (or in this case psychos) with one stone.

When Delilah begun with her massacre he would stay out of the way and as soon as she got distracted by her killing he would have to kill her. Winging it in the middle of a bloodbath was a risky move, so he hoped he would get things done before his friends tried to get in a meeting with the drug lord. The reason for his worries is because if they were part of the scene there would be far too many variables, someone would get hurt.

Contacting Maldonado wasn't hard at all; Michael called him from the phone of one of Delilah's victims. The underlying rage on the drug lord's voice told Michael he better be cautious.

Once near the meeting point Michael wanted to scan the terrain, it was an abandoned warehouse with a large open space and many places to hide, especially on the second floor. If Maldonado was smart he would definitely have a few snipers watching over him while the former spy would have no back up except a deranged little monster, odds were against him.

To make things worse Maldonado sent scouts to do the same as him, so when Michael spot them he slapped Delilah to sell his character. She picked up the act and managed to drag him over the floor right above her while her lips locked over his, making it look like he was abusing his victim.

-"Not able to separate work from pleasure I see"- Maldonado said dryly, the tall muscular man's face reminded Delilah of a pit-bull.

-"This is work, I'm training this bitch for her upcoming job offer"- Michael pushed her away as she sobbed; he did that to get her out of sight and give her some tactical advantage. He feared coming out of this one would be even harder than he thought when he saw at least ten henchmen by his enemies' side.

The straw on the camel's back was when Sam showed up as Chuck Finley with Fiona and Jesse by his side dressed in suits. Behind Fiona's sunglasses Michael saw the little evil spark that ends up igniting buildings and makes bullets fly in the air. He realized in horror she had probably witnessed the little scene he had just played with Delilah, regardless of what happened in this place he was a dead man, Fi would tear him into pieces.