Chapter 9: Don't blow it.

"I'm going." Will walked off towards Fiona, and Sam.

"Wait!" Michael said. But it was too late. Fiona had just looked over and he caught her eye.

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Fiona paused and looked at the man in the parking lot not too far away. He was pretty young, in maybe his late twenties. He was well dressed, like Michael. The man seemed to be walking her way.

Another man reached out and grabbed him by the arm. This one had dark hair; he was a little taller, and also well dressed, like Michael.

Fiona's heart stopped for a split second. She blinked hard, thinking she was going crazy. But she wasn't. It was Michael. Fiona's head started spinning. She didn't know what to do. Ignore him? Go scream in his stupid face?

Michael followed Will towards Sam and Fiona.

"Will, that was stupid." Michael muttered.

"Well it's too late now, so just roll with it."

"With what? You have no plan."

"Do you?"

"Just shut up and don't talk, until I need you to."

Fiona nudged Sam who was talking to Garrett. Sam glanced at Fi through the corner of his eyes. Fiona looked at Michael walking towards them.

Sam had no clue what she was all nervous about. He wanted to look but it might be too obvious. Oh well. Sam looked at Michael and Will. What the hell was he doing there? Last time he saw Michael he Said goodbye for what he thought would be months. It had been two weeks.

'Oh Mikey what are you doing?' Sam thought.

The seconds it took Michael to reach them felt like minutes. It was like it was in slow motion.

Sam and Michael looked at each other like they both knew what to do.

"You're late!" Sam said. He was wearing a nice suit to sell the whole government thing, so was Fiona.

"Sorry Chuck," Michael said. "Traffic."

"We were just offering Garrett the money for the information we want." Fiona explained. She eyed the new character with Michael. Who was this kid?

"What would this information be?" Garrett asked.

"Some codes. Encrypted codes. Highly valuable. You know the ones we want." Michael explained.

Fiona and Sam looked at Michael. They both knew he was serious. He wanted codes that could be very dangerous to put in the hands of foreign operatives.

"And who wants these 'codes?'" Garrett raised an eyebrow.

"Us." Michael motioned to the four of them.

"Who are you?"

"That's not important." Sam said. "But I'm Chuck, and this is Lisa." Fiona gave Sam a look for calling her Lisa.

"And, I'm Jacob," Michael added. "and this is David."

"Why do you want the codes?"

"You see Garrett," Will joined the conversation. "You ask too many questions. All you need to know is you give us a few codes, and you end up with a fat wad of cash."

"I'll think about it." Garrett decided.

Sam pulled out a business card and handed it to him. "Give me a call when you make up your mind."

"Okay."

The group watched as Garrett walked back to the diner.

Sam looked at Will, as if to ask Michael, 'Does this kid know who you are?' Michael nodded.

"Mike, what the hell!" Sam demanded.

"Sorry Sam, I didn't know you'd be here."

"What are you doing here Michael?" Fiona asked

"We need the codes." Michael shrugged. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to scare him away from his ex-wife." Sam explained. "The sociopath set her yard on fire!"

Michael hesitated. "How's Jesse?"

"His leg is healing. He can stand now." Sam chuckled.

"Michael?" Fiona put her hands on her hips. "Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?"

Will smiled and was about to say something when Michael interrupted. "No."

"What?" Fiona demanded.

"No. We're leaving and it's not important." Michael started to lead Will away.

"Don't you need the codes?" Fiona asked.

"Sam, I'll call you from a payphone tomorrow."

"Alright. Talk to you then brother."

"Bye Sam." Michael paused and looked at Fiona. His face said 'I'm sorry.' But his voice was steady and calm when he said, "Bye Fi."

"Goodbye Michael." Fiona smiled. She laughed when she said, "Bye… Will?"

"How'd you know?" Will asked.

"Michael needs to use his inside voice when he yells at people about being stupid." Fiona smiled

Michael smirked and walked away, with Will right next to him.

Fiona and Sam stood and watched as Michael reached over and slapped the back of Will's head.

"Ow!" Will rubbed the back of his head. "What was that for?"

"When I say, 'don't go.' You don't go!"

"It seemed like the right thing to do at the time."

"I'm sure it did."

Fiona looked at Sam. "Do you think he's training that kid?"

"Well he's not doing a good job."

"Why?"

"Look at the kid. He just waltzed right in here. Almost blew his cover and ours."

"I blame Michael."

"Why?"

"The kids his problem. He shouldn't be crashing my operations." Fiona smiled, and turned away and walked to her car. "I think it's cute. Michael training a rookie."

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Will and Michael sat in Michael's apartment. They were killing time, and there was no work to do. They just had to wait until tomorrow to call Sam and set up a meeting with Garrett.

"So…" Will slurred. They spoke in Russian, as to not blow their cover, even though no one was listening.

"What?" Michael sat at a little scrawny table drinking a beer.

"This is worse than surveillance." Will complained.

"Wow. You haven't been in the 'spy-game' too long have you?"

"Why?"

"Surveillance is much worse than this."

"At least you get to watch something." Will shrugged.

"Watch TV."

"I don't have a TV and neither do you. Besides, I haven't watched TV in six years."

"What too busy in training?"

"Yup…"

"It didn't work."

"Thanks?"

"A smart person would listen to me."

"I thought we were over this."

"I don't need to deal with Fiona right now."

"So what's the deal with you two? Is she your girlfriend?"

"I really don't know."

"So what do your friends do?"

"We help people."

"So they were helping this Garrett guy's Ex-wife?"

"I guess so."

"So were they operatives too?"

"You ask too many questions. Learn to make-do with the information you have."

"Fine. I will. What was he? Retired? Oh, sorry that's a question. And she's… a terrorist?"

"A terrorist!"

"Just seeing if you were listening."

"Well no, she's not a terrorist. She was in the IRA."

"Hmm… Then how'd you meet?"

"I was Michael McBride, and she was the perfect asset for the operation."

"What happened to don't get involved, and don't get attached?"

"I say that from experience."

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