Red circled the chair where he had once been the prey the hunted man bound like an animal.

This time he would be the lure and although the two seemed synonymous with each other in meaning he wasn't going to let the same mistake happen twice, especially not with Dembe standing by in the darkness.

He heard the distinct sound of tan leather soles on the dusty hollow concrete as another less friendly shadow emerged from the darkness.

'well now this is a surprise, here of all places Red you know I never took you for the sentimental type?'

'I was going to plan a little get together what do you think, invite the whole crew for a few oh no wait that would be quite difficult for Anslo now wouldn't it?'

He saw his opponents eyes narrow ever so slightly and internally prided himself on hitting a nerve in this seemingly implacable man.

'he was a good client, very useful to me his passion for murder it was very rare especially the way he wanted to dispose of you'

'oh I'm sorry I had to "dispose" of your little lapdog but I was ever so stretched for time and after all I was just wrapping up some unfinished business between him and myself'

'But I take it our business is not yet concluded given that you have followed me here'

Red stared this man down but his intimidation seemed to fail him as he simply smiled and replied

'I told you Red, there is no where you can run and hide and there is no-one you can trust, we will find you'

'now speaking of business, we have a small matter on our hands-

'yes quite a delicate matter involving me which I don't particularly enjoy given that I have absolutely no account of entering into it'

'yes well there was a client interested in gaining certain documents and papers and such that you are in the business of selling, we simply provided a contact'

At this Red found himself laughing he couldn't help it when faced with such audacity even given the peril he had faced at this man's hands.

Fitch fired a warning look which went unnoticed as Red went pacing back and forth in front of him.

'you seem to have become a secretary of mine now have you? While I find it all very flattering I don't need the help nor do I want to become involved with a client that has been caught by the great Federal Braindonor's association'

There was no disappointment and not a flicker of loss but Red suspected this man was such an expert at lying he could no longer notice the truth.

'well that's a pity now isn't it? I felt she would've made a great asset in matters of the Middle East hell of a lot of trade out there'

This was said as Fitch studied his watch clearly bored of the conversation and already onto his next agenda.

'yes I'll bet she would have made a great impact on your business's out there.'

He loses his smirk and adds hinting at a threat.

'But my dealings are far less entrepreneurial and far more spread out than yours, makes it far more subtle and gains less attention that way you understand?'

'I was simply trying to help you out old friend especially when I heard you had lost a lot of money one of your investments fell through bad bit of stock wasn't it?'

At this Red froze and turned around as he looked into the predator's eyes he realised in that moment how vulnerable and visible he was. He had been unnoticed, a nomad for years and suddenly he had been caught, spotted by a criminal nastier and uglier than him.

'In good spirit I will ignore that if you answer me this, I hope you don't intend on making this a regular event'

'we may need your assistance again if people ask for the concierge of crime that is Raymond Reddington how can we refuse, the customer must always be number one priority right?'

And in that split second Red made the only decision he could. They had only found him when he came out from under the cover so it was time to cover up again.

'I'll see you around Red'

However much he had done over the past twenty years it was nothing to what these people did they had more blood on their hands than water in the sea. He had heard their names mentioned with some of the worst travesties of history and he didn't want to get into bed with that kind of company.

He would say goodbye first though if only to the one person who had come to see him as something human over the last couple of months.