Chp. 18
"You think Garcia will find anything?" Mark asked as he and Will were flying back to Rossi's mansion.
"If Garcia can't find the information, it doesn't exist." Will said.
"You put a lot of faith in her."
Will smirked. "It's not misplaced, if that's what you're thinking."
"She seems so…different, I guess."
"It's her way of staying sane in this business."
"Is she single?" Mark asked.
Will look surprised at the question. "Why, you interested?"
"You're always saying I need to loosen up."
"To answer your question, yes she's single."
"You think she'd be interested in someone like me?"
Will grinned. "Get to know her and find out."
The two operators tensed as the helicopter banked, turned, and the Rossi mansion came into view. "What's your plan?" Will asked.
"We need to move, and we need weapons."
"I get the guns, but why do we need to move."
"William Reid had help escaping, and those same people will likely try to help him get Spencer back."
The help computer touched down and both men thanked the pilots before exiting the bird. Mark started toward his car instead of going to the house. "You hang here. I should be back in an hour."
"Actually, I'll come with you. If I send you by yourself, you'll probably come back with a GE 134 Minigun."
Mark laughed. "If I owned one, I'd definitely use it."
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The two men arrived at Mark's house and quickly made their way inside and through the house to the office where Mark's gun safe was. After opening it, Mark reached up and pulled the cord to turn on the light.
"You know, every time I see this, I remember why it was good to be single. Don't get me wrong, JJ understands guns are necessary but ever since Henry was born…" Will trailed off, shaking his head.
"The maternal/protective thing gets to be a little much, huh?" Mark asked.
Will nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I'd die to protect JJ and Henry but I had to fight her just to keep an AR15 and a 12 gauge shotgun in addition to our issued Glocks."
"So, suggestions?" Mark asked gesturing around the room.
"I'd say all your submachine guns, a couple of the shotguns, one sniper rifle and all the magazines, ammo and grenades you have." Will suggested.
Mark nodded in agreement with his friend's assessment and the two men grabbed duffel bags and set to work filling them. Altogether, they ended up with an H&K MP5A3, H&K G36C, H&K MP5K, H&K MP7, an FN P90 and a TDI Vector in the submachine gun department, Mossberg 590 and Remington 870 12 gauge shotguns in tactical configurations and perhaps the most devastating item, a Barrett M82 .50 caliber sniper rifle. In addition to the weapons, they loaded enough magazines, shotgun shells and grenades into Mark's Ford Bronco to outfit a small army.
As they were leaving, Will asked, "You going to use that .50 Cal., on William Reid?"
Both men knew the devastating power of the weapon against a human body. Mark thought for a moment before answering, "I just might."
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"Where we goin', emwy?" a tired Spencer asked as the black SUV they were riding sped toward what he hoped was safety.
Emily smiled and squeezed his hand. "I don't know, but we'll keep you safe. Ok, kiddo?"
"Emily's right, Spencer. We'll keep you safe." Derek echoed, knowing that would help Spencer believe what his friend was saying.
From the driver's seat, Mark glanced at them in the rearview mirror. Taking his eyes off the road for that second was all it took for things to go horribly wrong. Out of the corner of his eye, Mark saw bright yellow headlights coming toward them, but from the left side rather than the front. Just as he was addressing this threat, Mark saw break lights in front of him and the lead SUV come to a hard stop. With no time to hit the break, he turned the steering wheel to the right, attempting to blunt the impact. The driver's side airbag deploying didn't help matters. The force of the bag deploying made the former Navy Seal see stars and caused him to fade out for a minute. The last thing Mark heard before losing consciousness was Emily screaming a Spencer's name.
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