A Game of Cat and Mouse

Brennan cursed as he tried to push his way through the crowded dance floor. He could sense Shalimar to his left and feel his teammates agitation and urgency as they fought their way to Jess and Sam. Brennan could just barely see the two of them, standing by the bar still, backs to the dance floor, Sam's arm around Jesse's waist. To most people it looked like two guys out for the night, but Brennan knew it for what it was. Sam was keeping Jesse close, keeping him safe, and doing his best to keep the bad guy away without giving away the danger. It earned him points in Brennan's book.

"Brennan I can smell him," Shalimar called via the coms.

"Jess, any idea who?" Brennan asked, biting back another curse as a couple of drunks blocked his path.

"He's to my left, three down, can't see his face," Jesse's voice came back in an even tone.

"You sure it's him though?" Sam asked, also even toned. Just two guys having a drink.

"Unless the guy has a really bad stutter…all his 's' are hisses," Jesse answered.

"It's him," Shal added, as if to end all discussion.

"Then I suggest you two hurry because he's walking past us now," Sam said, the tension noticeable in his voice.

"Has he recognized Jess?" Brennan asked, finally free of the crowd. He could clearly see the bar area with Jess and Sam and a hooded figure walking by them. The man was tall and lanky, but Brennan could tell that there was power and strength under that skin. He could also tell that the man recognized Jesse by the lingering touch to the blond's back.

"That would be a mother fucking yes…" hissed Sam as he pulled Jesse closer to him.

Brennan used just about every cursed he knew as he followed the guy with his eyes. "Shal, he's heading for the side ally, stay on him and I'll head him off from the back."

"No good Brennan, he'll kill Shalimar before you get there," Jesse's voice came out in a quite, but forceful tone, "Both you and Shalimar stick with him, Sam and I will come from the back and cut ff his escape."

"Jesse…" Brennan started, but he already knew his argument would be in vain.

"To late, we're already heading out," Sam added and Brennan watched the two head for the back hallway.

"Come on Bren, he's getting away," Shal hissed as she bolted for the side door.

Another string of curses escaped Brennan as he followed her.