Chapter 4.

- "If you're gonna keep complaining about my attitude, Michael, you can leave me here, I didn't ask for your help.

- "No, Fi. I'm not going anywhere. I'm afraid of what might happen here. I've got to protect you from yourself."

- "Oh, that's sweet..."

- "So, here's where your so-called contact told you Natalie was. Not exactly the inconspicuous place for hidding here in Miami."

When you are an operative, you get used to working on places where all the variables are against you. You need to deal with them, predict your opponents movements so you can use your surroundings in your favor and eventually you need to plan an exit, just in case. But sometimes the environment only leads you into a well planned trap.

They were parked near Townhouse Hotel, this major hotel down on Miami Beach street. It was crowded, filled with potential hostages, the perfect situation for some bad guy to get away, considering Michael's and Fiona's inability to do any harm to those who don't deserve it. Michael was hoping that the "revenge driven Fiona" would keep it that way. He had that dread feeling that something might happen to her. And he was there to make sure Fiona'd get her revenge without any bloodshed.

- "Fi...?"

- "Yes, Michael?"

- "Remember what you told me when I first went to work with Strickler? About feeling wrong?"

- "Yes, you didn't listen to me, I remember that. Your ego was blocking your ears."

- "I know, it's sort of a sore subject to you...", Fiona stared at him. "...but anyway, that's not my point. My point is: this feels wrong in every way, Fi. Don't you rather go back and..."

- "I've got a better idea!", she said, faking the happiness on her voice. "Why don't you go home and eat a whole bunch of yogurts while I go canvas the area, yes?"

Michael couldn't say much, because Fiona was already a few feets from the car with her .9mm hidden under her loose shirt. He laid his head on the wheel, preparing the mental speech he'd need in order to get her out of that situation. He wouldn't be able to do so, though.

Fiona was already a few meters from the car and, consequently, from Michael, when she heard a loud sound. It was a car, no doubt about it. It was a hummer, actually. A black hummer. No doubt about the ticket it'd get for driving over the speed limit. She turned to take a look at it exactly when the hummer hitted Fiona's car on the back, causing it to move and hit another car in front of it. The airbag worked and Michael was trapped inside the car. Car alarms were on, people started to gather near Fiona's car. The black hummer, on the other hand, was working. The front of it was a mess, but it was working.

- "MICHAEL!", Fiona yelled while she ran towards the car.

Soon enough the hummer's door was open and there she was. Natalie. She looked flawless, although she had just crashed her car. She went out of the car and stood there, leaning on it. She watched Fiona with a big smile on her face.

- "Oh, ma'am, I'm so sorry for bumping into you... I mean, bumping into your boyfriend. Michael, isn't i? You know, Miami's traffic can be tough."

- "YOU!", Fiona screamed, without leaving her car's door (which wasn't opening up). "If anything happen to Michael, I swear I'm gonna hunt you down..."

- "I know, I know. You're gonna come after me and have my head on a silver plate, yada yada... But you know, Fiona. Here I am. I've got no guns on me and you've got yourself one, I'm pretty sure". Far away, police sirens were getting closer and closer. "And you can make your choice. You can either kill me here, right now, like I know you're willing to do or you can go and save your white knight's life. But hurry up, you've only got a few seconds."

Fiona had one of her hands on the car's door and another one right near her gun, which was still under her shirt. There were too many people there and there was Michael's life at stake. Natalie opened the hummer's door once again and shoor her head.

- "Fiona, we both know what's your decision. Which is a shame, I'd love to see you trying to kill me. And just so you know, my target was you, but hitting him was a far better idea. This is just a demonstration of what I can do you keep on chasing me, sweetie". Natalie got on the partially destroyed hummer and started driving away from the 'crime scene'.

Fiona took her gun and crashed the window's glass with it. Then she took one of her lock-picking tools and punched the airbag. Michael's face was covered in blood, but he was alive. His breathing was weak, but he was alive and that was all Fiona cared about. She laid his head back on the car seat and opened the door from the inside. Then, she took him out of the car and laid him on the floor, using her thigh as a support to his head.

- "Don't do this to me, Michael. Don't you die on me, please", she said as she tried to check his vital signals. She had tears on her eyes and a mixture of anger and panic on her head. "Please, wake up. SAY SOMETHING, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"

- "Fi..."

She stared at him, placing her hands on his cheeks. Those tears were streaming down her face by then.

- "Yes, Michael?!"

- "I..."

- "Yes?"

- "I was right."

- "Oh, shut up! I'm so glad you're alive."

- "It's good to be alive."

- "Just be quiet, I'm gonna get Sam to pick us".