It was the longest short flight Mike had ever taken, rushing off the terminal with nothing but his leather jacket, car keys, badge, and his gun; Ryan followed closely behind while the rest of the FBI team tried to keep up.
The agents walked out of the airport to be welcomed by SUVs and other FBI agents when one approached Mike "Agent Weston?" he asked.
Mike nodded.
"I'm Agent Cross with FBI…Portland Division. We're here to escort you to Cape Elizabeth." He said, beginning to escort Mike and Ryan to the first SUV while the other agents scattered into the other vehicles.
Mike and Ryan got into the backseat and Agent Cross immediately drove off, Mike knew they were on a time crunch since it was still a two hour drove away from Cape Elizabeth.
"Agent Weston, Mr. Hardy, I've been briefed on the case and the sensitivity of the situation." Agent Cross informed the two men in the backseat.
Mike and Ryan turned to each other before Mike looked back at Agent Cross "And…?" he asked.
"And I just want you to know that my agents and I will make sure that everything ends peacefully and without any hiccups." Agent Cross remarked.
Ryan chuckled "You've clearly never had to deal with Joe Carroll." He said, looking out the window.
"…Mr. Hardy, I've been training for moments like this my entire career." Agent Cross retorted.
Mike shook his head "Nothing prepares you for Joe Carroll…nothing." He said looking into the rear view mirror at Agent Cross.
The SUV finally pulled up to the Greene estate and it was abnormally quiet; Mike got out of the back seat and looked around to find parked cars scattered around, and that an FBI did not walk out to greet them.
"Something's off." Mike said, pulling out his gun and turning to Ryan.
Ryan nodded in agreement, pulling his gun out as well before Agent Cross pulled out his gun as well "…I'll cover you." He remarked.
Mike and Ryan approached the house slowly, noticing that the front door was open; Mike sighed as he slowly walked into the house and immediately smelled the blood and then the dead agents along the hall.
The agents remained silent as they continued walking into the house, hearing a faint voice talking in the back, Mike and Ryan followed the voice when they were spit out into the living room where the entire family, and their guests, were sitting.
Joe was giving a speech when he turned to see Mike and Joe with their guns pointed at him, the serial killer was covered in blood but had his usual charismatic smile on.
"Boys! So nice of you to join us…we were just having a family meeting." Joe remarked, looking over at Ryan "It's a pleasure to see you again, Ryan." He said, his smile widening.
Mike sighed "What are you doing, Joe?" he asked.
"I told you, pup, family meeting." Joe remarked, walking closer to the agents "How did you find me?" he asked.
Ryan squinted his eyes "We found Grace. Emma is dead. Good riddance." He remarked.
Joes' posture changed at the mention of Emmas' name "Dead?" he asked.
Mike nodded "…she tried to kill Grace, she left me no choice."
Joe then huffed "I told her not to touch a hair on her head…damnit, Emma!" he yelled out into the air.
The serial killer turned back to Mike, pulling out a gun and pointing it at him "Well, you're both here…put your guns down and have a seat." He requested.
Ryan and Mike dropped their guns on the floor and began to walk towards any available seat in the living room "And tell your brood of FBI agents to leave, or I'll put a bullet through our dear Sarahs' head…and then her sisters' and then her mothers' and so on and so forth until all of the hostages are dead!" Joe remarked.
Mike huffed, knowing that Agent Cross had heard and just hoped that they all backed out of the house, FBI knew the procedure in hostage situations.
"How did you get here so fast?" Ryan asked.
"I stole a plane…and landed in Bar Harbor." Joe remarked.
Ryan glared over at Mike, who just shrugged at him before looking over at Sarah, who was sitting back in the lounge chair, nursing her sling as she glared up at Joe who was standing right next to her.
"Anyway...now I've lost my train of thought!" he hissed, looking back over at Sarah.
Joe shook his head at her "I am very disappointed in you, Sarah. You told me that you would always remain loyal, but you turn around, pop out a kid…and then all of a sudden it's about love and working with the FBI. What about me?" he asked her in a low snarl.
Sarah looked up at Joe "What about you?" she asked.
Joes' nostrils flared, turning away from Sarah and looking in the kitchen if only to cool himself off; the household watched as Sarah got out of her seat and backed away slowly to grip a hold of the fireplace poker.
Sarah took a few steps forward when Joe turned back around to face her, he pointed his gun at her "Oh, no, no, no…please don't make me shoot you." He lightly begged.
"You do what you got to do." Sarah remarked gently.
Joe sighed "You were one of my best, Sarah. Shame to see you fall so far." he remarked, pulling back the hammer of the gun, ready to shoot Sarah down when three shots were fired at Joe.
The entire household gasped while Sarah, Mike, and Ryan turned to see Sarahs' father still pointing the gun where Joe was standing.
Sarah heard moaning coming from Joe, she approached the bleeding man while Ryan took the gun away from Sarahs' father and approached the wounded Joe as well as Mike.
"That bloody hurt!" Joe managed to yell out.
Sarah smirked "Compared to this?" she asked, sticking the fire poker into one of Joes' gunshot wounds, the serial killer screamed out in pain before Ryan pulled the fire poker away from Sarah.
The three of them stared down at the man who continued to bleed out all over the wooden floor when the FBI began to swarm the house, getting the hostages out of the house while a couple approached Ryan and Mike.
"We've got an ambulance on the way." Agent Cross remarked.
Sarah huffed "Hopefully, he'll be dead by then." She muttered before walking past the agents and leaving the house.
Ryan turned to Mike "You're not gonna go calm her down?" he asked.
Mike shrugged "Her dad just shot Joe Carroll and she's probably still got a high going on from the Vicodin…I'll give her a minute." He remarked quietly.