Maldonado was a very organized criminal; you don't get to play the big boss unless you handle business in a detached and professional way. By example this punk in front of him, Chuck Finley, saying he would take over his hand built business and his territory with nothing more than a pair of bodyguards, one of them is a woman for crying out loud. He felt no anger about this man but he would have to make an example of him, something bloody and flashy to teach future idiots not to get in his way.
The other crazy bastard, Brian, on the other hand had deeply insulted him by ruthlessly murdering all the members of his south beach gang. Nonetheless he had to let him live because a man with such talent for murder was a shame to kill when he could use him as his personal guard dog. It would take time but he had broken down several men before, some even crazier than him. Making him addicted to his merchandise was the easiest way.
Maldonado made what he thought at the time the most cautious and logical approach, he sent six of his men against Chuck Finley and his associates. They didn't even fight, they were 3 while his men 6 and had better and bigger weapons. So they made no resistance when the henchmen lead them to the basement of the abandoned warehouse, soon they would be murdered and Javier would make sure they were sliced in pieces.
The other four henchmen were told to aim their guns at Brian, believing that as a crazy psychopath he needed extra attention, just in case two snipers watched him from above.
Michael was relieved when Maldonado divided his forces; two against one was a field day for his friends especially when Fiona was so eager to fight. Hopefully she would vent her anger with those men and leave a little less for him.
Once his friends took care of their captors they would come back and help him with the rest of them, until then he needed to buy some time.
-"All right Brian, time to take a little trip with us"- Maldonado said pointing at his large limousine.
-"Sounds like a good offer but I got motion sickness so I think I'll go home, nice meeting you guys"- Michael hoped his badass attitude was enough to call the attention but not too much to get him killed. He heard several rifles unlocked and ready to shoot.
-"You poor idiot, it's obvious that you have some intellectual impediment so let me explain this to you. Your former employer will be killed and cut in little pieces which I will personally spray all over Miami. You are much luckier than him, I'll give you the privilege to turn you into my personal bitch, from now on you are mine"- A menacing shark like smile on his face showed the disturbing hidden intentions behind that statement.
-"Oh, well… this is awkward, I mean you are and intriguing fellow and I'm sure that behind that ugly face there's a wonderful personality but I don't swing that way, sorry"- Michael shrugged and feigned innocence. Sam and Fi better hurry up or Maldonado would kill him then and there.
-"Please sir lemme go!"- Delilah whined in the distance, she played the part of a wounded and deeply traumatized victim, walking as if Brian had hurted her several times over the night.
Maldonado took the opportunity to prove Brian and his pawns he was "The man" and as a way to establish his control he told Brian
-"I'll rape your bitch as a welcome present and when I'm done with her I'll take you to your new home. Stay here and watch how a man does it, you might even learn something"- Maldonado laughed while grabbing Delilah by the throat and dragged her to the far corner of the warehouse behind some empty boxes.
She sobbed for a few seconds, Michael saw both pairs of legs fidgeting behind the boxes until out of the sudden it was the drug lord that cried and both of them were out of view.
The henchmen called out to his boss but there was no answer, two of them went after him leaving only the other two to watch over Brian. Michael knew the odds wouldn't get any better so he knocked out one of them by a potent hook right behind his jaw and as soon as the other guy's eyes closed he removed his rifle and then used it a millisecond later to shoot out the snipers on the roof, they shot back but the bullets landed on the guy he knocked out and swung over his shoulder, the other guy was also shot as in an attempt to go after Michael he was reached by the bullets directed at their target.
Meanwhile Sam, Fiona and Jesse waited until the other six guys lead them far from their boss' eyesight to launch their attack. It would have been a little less messy if they hadn't spoke. One of the henchmen behind Fiona suggested they should have a little fun with her before killing all of them. Soon the former IRA would use this for her advantage but the other guy behind her said:
-"Dude don't even think about it. You do exactly what the boss asks you to or you die so slowly you beg him to end your misery. I've seen it happen and I wish I don't see it again."- The goon tried to shake the ugly memory from his mind and to seal his fate he added –"´sides this bugged eyed old cunt ain't worth it"-
Fiona froze in her tracks, Sam whistled and Jesse flinched in empathy for what was coming to those poor bastards.
-"Bug eyed? Old?"- Fiona's eyes twitched a little bit, and her face twisted in a face of pure rage.
-"You are sooo dead"- Jesse said apprehensive
-"Maybe if you apologize you might keep a few limbs attached to your body"- Sam joked.
She stepped back and put herself right between the two rifles that aimed at her body, with each arm she twisted them away from their hands and using a potent back kick she hit one of her captor's right in the solar plexus leaving him unconscious. Swiftly she gave a 180 degree turn and hit the other one right on the throat breaking his larynx.
The other four guys charged at her, Sam knocked out one of his captors with the butt of his own rifle and used a chocking technique to knock out the one that faced Fiona.
Jesse went for different approach, he broke one of his captors' nose and used the distraction to remove his weapon and shoot at his kneecaps, the remaining guy made the fatal mistake to aim at the enraged Fiona who entwined both hands and brought them down in a descending force at the guy's head, breaking his skull.
Six men lay unconscious on the ground, Fiona stared at her friends in a way that made them tremble. –"You go ahead, I'm taking a little extra time with these lads"- She said sweetly and smiled. Sam and Jesse didn't feel like contradicting her and hurried out of the way.
Not far from them Michael ran fast at a blind spot right below the snipers, he was pretty sure he hit at least one of them so that left only one left to go. Sam and Jesse ran towards him, it took only a nod from Michael to let them know they could break character.
-"You ok buddy?"- Sam said staring at the corpse flung over his friend's shoulder, he dropped it unceremoniously on the floor.
-"Wonderful, where's Fi?"- He said preparing his new rifle
-"She was having way too much fun with the guys that went after us so we thought it was better if we gave her some time alone"- Jesse had an expression of fear on his face Michael had wore many times when Fiona was really, really mad. In those cases he learned from experience to stay away.
Unknown to anyone was the fact that Fiona didn't stay with the remaining men, she went upstairs to have a little more fun with the snipers she had spot earlier. She hid when Michael shot at them, one was hit but the other one survived and aimed right at him, she stealthy rushed towards his position and hit the sniper from behind. From her privileged point of view she processed the information she had collected
First she noticed the pretty girl by Michael's side was playing victim, if she was the same that talked to her then she wasn't with Maldonado. Then she heard Michael playing tough with the drug lord, and making the mistake of going too far. Instead of running away the pretty girl wailed at their enemies playing the wounded bird and calling the attention to give Michael some time, the voice was the same Fiona heard that morning.
That lead to a terrible conclusion, they were working together he hadn't been kidnapped.
The rage that invaded her was fueled by jealousy and posseiveness; he was hers, no one else's.
Unknown to Michael was the fate Fiona had in store for him; he was with his friends when out of the sudden a body fell right from above them. The missing sniper was alive but barely. The men below feared what they might find as they cautiously looked up, from the perch Fiona smiled at them showing her victim's weapon as a trophy.
-"Now why are you lazy boys chatting around? If I stand corrected we have at least two more men to take care of not counting Maldonado."- Fiona said sweetly and came down with them –"By the way is that your new lady friend out there? She's cute!"- Anger snapped out of that last sentence as she used the butt of her rifle to strike Michael on the stomach.
Had his lungs kept some air he would have told them that Maldonado was dead and so were his remaining men, and more importantly that they had to get the hell out of there before Delilah came back.
-"Nooo I beg you! Lord have Mercy!"- Yells were heard not far away from them, a male voice begged in true despair. Before Michael could warn them his friends followed that voice, what was before them froze their blood.
Hanging by the hands from a sturdy pipe was Maldonado, his face forever frozen in a mask of anguish. Behind him his chest cavity was sliced open and both ribcages were spread out of his body, they cached Delilah in the process of removing her victim's lungs.
She had heard of the punishment of the "blood eagle" when she was a child, it was used as a maximum penalty by the Vikings against their traitors; she always thought it might be fun to do it someday and it really was!
Next time she would put a mirror in front of the victim so they could see how funny their faces were as they died in agony. That last look between bafflement, fear and anger was ten times better than she had ever dreamed of. She also thanked the fact Maldonado had planned to slice his victims in pieces so he brought a surgical saw, slicing his ribcage would have been impossible with only her tiny knives.
For Delilah it was a very significant moment, she realized this is what she was made for. An assassin was then transformed into a serial killer.
She looked up with dreamy eyes at the man that made everything possible, Mr. Westen ad his friends beside him. Covered in blood she reached out to shake their hands.