Hello! This is the 10th chapter, and there are many more to come! This chapter will not be as long as last time, but I hope it will be long enough. Also, since next Thursday happens to be a "holiday" (I guess not an official one, and for those of who do not celebrate Halloween, I do apologize) I may not be posting a chapter next week. However, if I find time, I will post a chapter possibly before next Thursday. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I will be fairly busy Thursday night and I doubt I will have time to post a new chapter. Thanks for reading! ;)

Happy Halloween!

Michael stares into Fiona's eyes, her face mesmerizing him. But then reality kicks in, and he pulls his away from her.

"What's wrong?" She asks, staring back at him with concern.

"Fiona," He says. "There is a CIA team on their way, and you have to go find the rest of your IRA team."

"Yes! Right! I have to go now. " Fiona says, but she doesn't move. Instead she stares into Michaels eyes, not wanting to break her gaze away from him. Michael stares back, watching her, dazed. But than Fiona looks away, breaking the gaze.

"I really have to go now." She says, regretfully. "I'll call you." She starts walking towards the door, Michael staring after her. Then she stops.

"Oh and thanks." She says shyly. "For saving me."

"No problem." Michael replies smiling. And then she disappears, taking off down the hallway.

Michael stands there for a moment, taking in the scene that just played out before him. And then for the second time, reality hits him, and he remembers that there is a hopefully dead terrorist laying on the ground just a few feet away from him. He takes a few steps forward then kneels down, checking the Russians pulse.

"Dead," He whispers to himself. Now I have to find Strize, Michael thinks.

Fiona shoots down the hall at lightening speed. She knows which direction her IRA operatives were taken, and she has to find them. They're probably so scared, She thinks as she runs towards the direction they were taken. Gosh, even though they are annoying as heck, I sure hope they are okay.

She reaches the exact spot that they are taken away. She stands in the middle of the hall, replaying what had happened. She remembers they were dragged off to the left, and then she was taken away. She wasen't paying too much attention too were they were being taken at the time, but she does remember that they were taken down the left hallway, and that they seemed to have taken a right at the middle intersection.

She heads down the left hallway carefully not making a single noise. Once she reaches the middle intersection, she stops and peeks around the wall to get a good view of the right hallway. She notices a guard in front of a door, but that's it. Her muscles relax slightly, knowing that the operatives are probably okay.

She then uses her same tactic she did on the CIA guard, running up behind and choking them around the neck. But this guy is too good. He sees her coming out of the corner of his eye, and he points his gun her her direction. Before she can take another step, he Says "Don't move." Fiona raises her hands their the air. In her head, she runs through her possible move options. She decides on one of the fake and attack drills that they learned in combat training. But in this drill, instead of faking with your body, you use your eyes.

Fiona shifts her eyes to the left, as if there was someone behind the guard. He falls for it and before he can turn back to face her,Fiona tackles him into a headlock, squeezing around his neck. After several seconds, he falls to the ground, unconscious.

Should've killed him, Fiona thinks. She looks toward the door that he was guarding, and she can hear footsteps on the other side. Probably the guards walking around. She listens again, and out of pure luck she hears a sneeze. And then a "Good bless you". She recognizes that voice. That was the operative that had asked a stupid question earlier that day. Thank God for dust, she had found them.

"There you are!" Michael exclaims to Strize, jogging towards him.

"Michael!" Strike replies. "I was beginning to worry. I hadn't seen you in awhile, and then I started to hear some noises, yelling almost. And then there was this big blast! Did you hear that?"

"Well, actually that blast was me. I had brought some explosives from the van just in case I needed them. And then I found the terrorist! You won't believe it. He died in the blast. We have him." Michael replies.

"You got him?!" Strize says hardly containing his excitement. "This will look so good on my record!"

"Yeah." Michael replies. "lets go pick him up. Once we show the other terrorists he's dead, I'm sure they will surrender."

Strize nods his head, and Michael knows all he is thinking about is the promotion he will get after this operation. Michael shakes his head. All Michael really wants, is to go home and spend time with Fiona alone and non-work involved.

"Let's get going then." Michael say to Strize, and they jog down the hall, Michael leading the way to the hidden doorway. But as soon as Michael turns the corner, he knows something is wrong. He is certain he left the door closed, so that no one would be able to find the body. But now the door remains just a crack open, as if someone was in a rush and forgot to close it fully. Michael picks up his pace towards the door, praying in his head that he is wrong and that everything is fine. Michael reaches the doorway and pulls it open. But the he stops in his tracks, his blood going cold.

"Michael?" Strize asks, coming up behind him. "What's wrong?"

"The body..." Michael starts to say.

Strize stares back at him cluelessly.

"It's gone."

Thank you Guest who commented on 10/17/13 for commenting! Hmm... I've been thinking about your comment , and I think I understand what you mean. I tried to make the story more realistic this time, if that helps at all. I'll keep your advice in mind for the future. ;) thanks again! Advice always helps.

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