Janet Larkin was waiting in the hallway near the room as Michael stepped out of the elevator, followed by Lantana.

"Michael Westen?," Janet asked. She extended her hand. "I'm Janet Larkin. I'll be the primary on Lantana's detail." She shook hands with Michael. She looked at Lantana. "And you're Lantana?," she asked.

Janet was petite, beautiful, and had long sleek black hair and blue eyes. Her long hair was down loose.

"Yeah," Lantana said. "I am."

"Come on," Janet said. "I'll show you where your room is."

Janet led Michael and Lantana to room 317 and unlocked the door. She gave Lantana her copy of the key Blade. "You're not to leave this room unless you have protection," Janet said. "You're authorized only to have certain visitors; Michael Westen, John Blade, and only those approved by you, Michael, and John. We don't want anyone unannounced. So, we need to know who is coming and when they'll be here."

"That's easy," Michael said.

Lantana looked around the suite. It was like an apartment. It had a small kitchen, living room with a television, and two bedrooms. Lantana's things were in the larger bedroom.

"Not a bad place," Michael said. "I can get you a blu-ray player, if you want. Maybe a video game system."

Lantana looked at the television, a widescreen plasma TV. "It's like I've been in a coma," she said. "I'm the only person in this country who has no cell-phone, has never used a video game system, and never even heard of a blu-ray disc."

"You're fine, Lantana," Michael said. "This is not your fault."

Lantana sighed. She managed a small smile and said, "Well, I guess I have a lot to learn, huh?"

Michael smiled. "You'll be fine," he said.

Early the next morning, Lantana was dressed and putting on some shoes when a knock came at her door.

"Lantana, it's Michael and Sam," Michael called.

"Come on in," Lantana called.

Michael unlocked the door. Sam waited in the hallway.

"Lantana, we have somebody here to meet you," Michael said. He looked towards the hallway. "Sam!," he called.

Sam escorted Ned into the room. "Lantana, meet your brother," Michael said. "Ned Fletcher Larkin."

Lantana smiled. She stood up and then froze, not knowing what she should do.

"Hi, Lantana," Ned smiled. "I saw you at Dad's funeral. I wish I had spoken to you, but I was so afraid to. I didn't know if you knew about me or how you would react. I was afraid you might not want anything at all to do with me."

"No," Lantana said. "I would have welcomed you into my life."

Lantana and Ned hugged. "I am so sorry about what you went through," Ned said. "If I had spoken to you, they might have let you live with me. You would have been happy and loved."

Lantana stepped back and looked into Ned's eyes. "It's all in the past and we can't change it," she said. "I want you to concentrate on now and the future. I don't blame you at all."

Lantana looked at Michael. "Thank you, Michael, for bringing Ned to meet me," she said. "And to you too, Sam."

"We'll leave you alone," Michael said. He and Sam left the room.

Outside, Michael opened the door to his car. "We've got leads on where Hannah and the others may be," he told Sam. "We think they're waiting to go after Lantana. I've already told Janet and the other agents about this and I want to ask you to stay close to her, just in case."

"You got it," Sam said.

Michael jumped into the car and left.

Sam walked back into the hotel and sat down near Lantana's room.

Michael drove to John's office.

"You'll go in as a corrupt FBI agent," John said. "We have the undercover file ready for you. This is your badge and ID." He handed Michael the ID. "Jason Craven," John said. "You'll tell Hannah that you're willing to exchange Lantana for money. We think that she'll jump at the chance to get Lantana back. Tell her that Lantana was afraid to talk to us and that you got her from the airport hotel and that you're willing to trade for the cash. We'll have an agent who resembles Lantana help us out. We'll be sure that Hannah only gets a glimpse of her."

"That's good," Michael said. "Lantana might flip out if we get her too close to Hannah."

"Hannah and her kids are hiding in a rental property in South Beach," John said. "The owners live in Michigan and come for two weeks every Independence Day. So, they won't be a bother right now."

"All right," Michael said. "Here I go."

John gave Michael a pen that was really a microphone. Michael placed it into his chest pocket and left the building.

At the beach, Michael walked to the beach-house that he had received the information on. When Hannah opened the door, he showed the badge immediately.

"Hannah Russell, right?," Michael asked. "I'm Jason Craven; FBI. Have I got a deal for you."

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