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He had no regrets in leaving this job, it was too hot for his liking and the guy was an arrogant piece of works, thinking everyone on Earth was here for his beck and call. He smiled at the airhostess who checked his ticket and told him to enjoy his flight. He nodded and continued on his way.
He had a job lined up in Serbia to do, the pay was incredible and he may consider retiring to Indonesia after this, somewhere he could fall under the radar and live out his life in luxury.
Entering the plane he thought about his latest commission. He was no fool. Although he had initially accepted the job, after a little research into his target and seeing the friends in high places he decided he liked his life too much to have a needle stuck in his arm.
He'd left the fool, cause that was exactly what he was, a last package in his Helena hotel room with instructions on how to find the ranch his target was staying on.
After that he had rented another room in another hotel and after calling the airlines and purchasing a ticket to LA had spent the night downloading his laptop and wiping the memory. He'd then called a courier and paid a handsome price to have them deliver the package to Detective Elliot Stabler in the FBI field office at Calling town hall.
At 3.30am he had flown to LA. En route he had looked up international flights and purchased a ticket from LAX to Moscow where he could disappear into the woodwork. Now as he settled back into his aisle seat he let himself relax. He was a pro, he had covered his tracks well and with the package he sent to the New York Detective he had tied up loose ends. He smiled, it was not a charming smile. The greedy SOB was going to get what was coming to him.
Elliot was waiting impatiently on the phone while Munch was running some names up for him back in New York. It was a last ditch effort to see whether Wentworth had any acquaintances in Montana that he could have turned to.
As he waited he noticed a rather nervous looking courier agent entering the hall and approach the front desk. He spoke quickly to the main receptionist who turned and pointed directly at him. He raised a brow as the young male worked his way over nervously. He wasn't expecting anything.
While he was still on the phone he took the large shoe box sized package and signed the receipt before handing the clipboard back to the young man who literally hightailed it out of the place. Too impatient to wait until he was off the phone he checked out the box, surprised to see it was for him and the address was listed as FBI Field Command, Calling Town Hall, Calling. A chill swept down his spine and he told Munch to call him back before hanging up.
He looked around the room and realised everyone else was busy. He checked the package carefully, looking for any signs that the thing was rigged but could see none. He made the decision, whether stupidly or not, to open it.
Looking around he found a box cutter on a nearby desk and retrieved it, using it to slit the tape around the lid he placed it aside and carefully opened the package, sighing in relief when it didn't blow in his face and peeked inside.
Inside he found a stack of CD's piled on top of manila folders. Frowning he had the presence of mind to reach for a pair of gloves, pulling them on before reaching in and taking out the CD's. He was stunned when he went through them and they were named with women's names. Most he recognised as women that Wentworth had dated, some which had disappeared others that were murdered.
Suddenly his heart beat faster as the realisation of what he may have registered and with a slightly shaky hand he placed the CD's aside and pulled out a typed note with his name on it
Detective Stabler
Inside this box you should find everything you need to give Jonathon Wentworth the needle.
Do not waste your time looking for prints or DNA on this, it is clean. Do not bother searching for me as I have already left the country. Concentrate on Wentworth
That was all that was written on the note as he put it aside and reached for the first folder. He recognised the name as the woman who preceded Alex. She had turned up on Warners table. Opening the folder his eyes popped open on seeing Wentworth staring down at a naked, bound and very dead woman while holding a large bloody hunting knife. OMG
"I've got something" he called and there was a mad rush towards him by the Agents as they huddled around
"Where did you get these?" one agent asked, pulling on gloves as the others scrambled to glove up too.
"Package just got delivered" he stated and picking up the note handed it to Agent Pyke, the older agent who was in charge.
The next 5 minutes were filled with whistles and exclamations as the files were gone through
"We have enough evidence to get Wentworth now, we don't need him anywhere near Miss Cabot" Pyke stated "Everyone to the ranch. Stabler secure the evidence"
Elliot hastily loaded files back into the box, making sure nothing was mixed up and carried the box out with him.
Olivia hung up her phone excited and turned to face everyone, surprised only to find Judy sitting at the table where Alex, Tate, Tyler and Abbie had once been sitting.
"Where are the others?" she asked a prickle starting at the base of her neck, her gut churning. That was not a good sign.
"Outside. Tate was making noises about going to the kitchen if they were stuck here all the time" Judy looked worried "Is everything Ok?"
"Yeah, they got some evidence on this guy. They no longer need Alex as bait" Olivia hurried towards the mud room "I'll just go tell them"
She hurriedly pulled her boots on, grabbed her jacket and slapped her hat on her head. She stepped outside, fighting the wind with the door, just as a dark saloon roared past at speed. She knew instantly it was Wentworth and looked at the direction he was headed.
Tate and Alex strolled hand and hand, Alex's blonde hair giving away her position on the outside of the group. Abbie and Tyler strolled along beside Tate. She noticed Tyler and Abbie were wearing sidearm's but they would do little to stop the vehicle hurtling towards them. Shit
She screamed Tyler's name as she bolted off the porch, realising she wouldn't hear her with the wind blowing in the wrong direction. The wind also aided Wentworth in not being heard until the last second.
She watched heart in her mouth as the four turned and saw the vehicle hurtling towards them. They all froze for a split second and she could only watch as Tyler grabbed Abbie, shoving her away from harm before diving after her. Her attention turned to Tate and Alex. Alex had frozen to the spot, eyes wide. Tate grabbed her at the last second throwing her aside and out of harm's way before she too dove after her.
Wentworth either clipped her foot or missed her by millimetres, ploughing on through before breaking sharply and skidding wildly to try and avoid the outdoor kitchen. Olivia noticed several of the ranchers were outside and were coming running, guns drawn towards the car.
Tyler was picking up Abbie, pointing her back towards the house and giving her a shove before she too grabbed her weapon as Abbie ran back towards her. Pausing when she must have heard something and waited for Alex and Tate to join her, Tate hobbling slightly on her right foot.
Olivia reached them in mere seconds, hugging Alex and demanding Abbie's gun which was handed over without a word.
"Get to the house and call Elliot" she ordered and didn't stick around to see if they were doing as instructed as she raced to help Tyler. She watched as the car spun the wheels and did a 180 turn before stopping again. She could practically feel Wentworth looking wildly around for Alex and took a second to turn back to see her friends about twenty yards from safety.
Suddenly realising she was a good 50 yards from any sort of protection if Wentworth decided to raise hell again she changed directions and ran for an outcropping of trees. She was nearing the relative safety when she heard the first distinct gunshot. Rapid fire followed and she realised in horror someone had an automatic.
Ducking behind a tree she peaked out and saw everyone had ducked for cover. She shook her head realising Wentworth must have gone mad, he was completing an impressive set of donuts in the car while firing a rifle out the window. Jesus Alex, the men you got involved with. She searched wildly for Tyler and saw her crouched behind the corner of the outdoor kitchen. Tyler looked in her direction and she waved before ducking behind the tree to avoid the zing of bullets as Wentworth completed another donut. Wasn't the guy getting dizzy yet?
Once the danger was passed she looked out again as different gunfire joined the automatic. The ranch hands were tired of waiting and were firing at the car. A couple had high powered rifles which had every chance of penetrating the car. They'd have to be extremely lucky to hit the target though.
More gunfire joined in but Olivia didn't dare peak her head out. Instead she laid herself flat and stayed behind the tree not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins as she waited.
There was a resounding crash and then silence. She paused for a second then raised her head to have a look at what was going on. Her jaw dropped as her face slackened in horror, the car was buried in the corner of the outdoor kitchen where she had last seen Tyler.