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John Phillips was a big man, six feet three inches and as broad as a house. At least, that's how Michael assessed him as he walked up and shook the man's hand. With no words spoken, the exchange took place in a nameless alley. John handed Michael a box containing enough C-4 to level two city blocks. Michael stroked his hand over the box as if it was gold bullion. He slowly reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a white envelope and handed it to the waiting man. John opened it and saw a wonderful spread of hundred dollar bills. With a nod of his head he disappeared into the darkness.
Walker sat with his binoculars trained on the two individuals in the alley. He watched the exchange and called for the order to move in. Sydney and Trivette entered the alley from the east and stopped John with their guns raised. "Texas Rangers," Trivette revealed.
John took off and ran back down the alley. Sprinting like he was receiving a football pass, Trivette caught up to the man and tackled him. Both men hit the ground hard and the envelope of money skittered across the pavement. Trivette read the man his rights and walked back to the west side of the alley followed by Sydney who retrieved the money.
Walker stood staring into the night. "He was right here. I never took my eyes off of him. He's gone." Walker held his hat in his hand, totally dismayed and bewildered that Phillips' partner in crime had gotten away.
The shadow laughed quietly as the scene unfolded before him.
Walker watched Trivette and Sydney walking toward him. He replaced his hat, and grabbed 'The Smuggler'. "Y'all go back and watch Gage. I got Mr. Phillips."
