Walker lifted his head up and though he was in pain and barely could see out of his good eye he still smiled at Marcellinio. "Told you the Texas Rangers don't give up on one of their own." This got him the cattle prod which shocked him in the side. He grunted as the pain surged through his entire body. "What are you going to do now?" He managed to say through the pain.

Gordman pulled the prod away then turned to Marcellinio. "We should just kill him."

Marcellinio nodded. "Untie him. He's going to be our bargaining chip."

The ropes were cut from Walker's wrists and ankles then he was violently pulled to a standing position by Gordman. His legs were asleep and the hits he received to his thighs made it near impossible for him to stand. He nearly dropped to the ground, but was firmly held up by Gordman and another one of Marcellinio's goons. They dragged him out of the room towards a much larger area which appeared to be a garage. Here he could see, through a large garage door window several SWAT vehicles sitting outside along with Trivette's car.

A small man ran up to Marcellinio and wagged his head. "We're surrounded!"

"Gordman, bring Walker over here!" Walker was dragged to Marcellinio's side and forced to sit on his knees which made him grunt in pain as muscles stretched that he hadn't used for hours. Marcellinio opened the door then shoved a gun straight into Walker's temple. "I will shoot his brains out!"

After shouting his warning to the police outside Marcellinio closed the door then slammed the pistol into Walker's head numerous times till he fell to the ground. His vision, already blurry from the swelling in his eye, got even worse as the pain in his body went away. He had to keep fighting, he had to stay alive for his family.

"Why can't you just die already!"

Trivette wanted to run into the garage and rescue his friend, but knew he had to allow the SWAT team to do their job. He stood by his car with Billings at his side, waiting impatiently as police circled the building. From what he saw of Walker his friend was in really bad condition and needed medical assistance soon. What did Marcellinio do to him? Was he tortured like the other police officers? If so, how bad?

From what he saw, in the brief moment Marcellinio had the door open was that Walker desperately needed medical attention. He turned to Billings to see his partner talking to one of the SWAT officers. Apparently the SWAT team was set up to raid the warehouse if Marcellinio made another move. But when will that be?

Billings shook his head as he approached Trivette. "They have a sniper watching everything through the door's window. So far, Walker is alive and moving." He turned his attention to the small warehouse. "But he did report that Marcellinio hit Walker on the head repeatedly with a weapon."

Trivette rubbed his face with worry. "He's already suffered from head trauma numerous times, how much more can he handle?"

"Hopefully he'll pull through this."

Everybody's attention went to the door which opened again to show Marcellinio holding Walker up by his right arm. Trivette could see pain etched on his friend's face as the man shook him repeatedly. His eyes quickly spotted a severe injury to Walker's right shoulder, the fresh blood dripping onto the ground. Marcellinio pressed the pistol up against Walker's bleeding temple then clicked the safety off.

"All of you, back up now!" He pressed the barrel tighter to Walker's temple which got him to wince. "I should end it now!"

Billings patted Trivette's shoulder. "They're moving in."

Pain. That was all Walker felt at the moment as Marcellinio held him up by his injured arm. Each time he tried to move, the pain just intensified to the point where he nearly passed out. Without much warning a wave of nausea hit him and his head began to swim. Before he could stop himself he threw up all over Marcellinio's designer sneakers.

"What the hell!" Marcellinio shook his foot then yanked at Walker's arm causing him to scream out in pain. "Because of that I will kill you now!"

Walker heard a loud gunshot and expected it to be from Marcellinio, but he felt no additional pain. The man's grip on his arm loosened and Walker quickly pulled it away as he stumbled forward. He didn't make it very far before he crashed to the ground, his mind blacking out.

Trivette wanted to race to his friend's side, but knew the area still wasn't cleared. To occupy his time he quickly ran up to the waiting paramedics and asked them for a blanket. A young man quickly nodded his head and ran towards the ambulance. Just a few seconds later he showed up with a thick, gray blanket in his hands. Trivette took this with a nod of his head then turned his attention back to Walker. His friend only had on his boxers which meant he was possibly freezing in the cool, fall air of Texas.

"You can come with us, but do not get in the way." Said another paramedic as he turned to Trivette. "Don't worry, you're friend is in good hands."

It seemed to take hours till the paramedic team and Trivette got an all clear from the SWAT team. As he reached his friend's side he could see Walker was much worse off then he had thought. There was several bruises and burns on his chest, some of the burns seem rather deep and downright painful. His eyes swept up to his friend's face to see his good left eye was swollen and turning a nice shade of purple. But he was breathing and as he watched the paramedics work, he noticed no worry on their faces.

"You haven't seen the end of me!" Shouted Marcellinio as he was loaded onto a stretcher. "This is just a set back! I control most of the Metro!"

"Easy, calm down." Said a paramedic as he attempted to put an IV into Walker's right arm. "I'm here to help you."

However it seemed Walker wanted nothing to do with the paramedics as he began to pull his arms away from the men that were trying to help him. Trivette just stood there, the blanket in his arms as he watched his close friend fight the paramedics. He knew Walker hated being helped, but he also knew his limits. This wasn't like him to keep fighting like this, something was wrong.

"He's combative." A young paramedic shone a light directly into Walker's good eye then he opened up his right and shook his head. "The one pupil is bilateral and fixed."

"Okay, let's get him on a stretcher." The youngest paramedic turned to Trivette. "You can cover him up now. He's slightly hypothermic."

Trivette nodded then slowly approached his friend's side to see Walker was still trying to fight the paramedics. This close to Walker he now could see how severe his friend's injuries really were. It took him by surprise to see all the blood on Walker's face and in his hair. Ever so slow he draped the blanket over his friend's body then patted his good shoulder.

"Hang in there, Walker. Everything will be okay." He stood up as the paramedics lifted Walker up and onto a waiting stretcher. "Just keep fighting. Don't quit on us now."