Isaac entered the room quietly and headed directly for Ana. He pulled her to her feet, but she struggled. She screamed and cursed and finally succeeded in raking her nails across Isaac's face. She tried desperately to gouge his eyes only to suddenly feel herself being lifted in the air in a choke hold. She never felt Isaac's fist slam into the side of her head knocking her unconscious.
"Welch!" Sawyer whispered harshly.
"Report!"
"Where the fuck is the back up?! I've got shots fired. Everyone is in that fucking building. Ana, Grey, and Taylor. Fucking John Flynn is there too. Elena Lincoln is here with fucking Isaac, not to mention Fanelli and his two goons."
"Back up is two minutes away. "
"Not good enough, Welch! I managed to get a tracker on her car, though. Oh shit! Elena and Isaac are leaving and he's carrying Ana over his shoulder. He's putting her into the trunk. I think she's unconscious. "
"As soon as they leave, enter the building." Welch ordered tersely.
"We'll be right on your heels ."
"But, Ana..."
"Sawyer, they are taking her away alive. Grey, Taylor and Flynn may not be so lucky. Get in there! There's no time to waste."
"Yes sir."
Inside the building. Fanelli ordered his men to bring Christian and Taylor upstairs to the main level. They could come back for Flynn later. Fanelli kept a gun pointed at Christian's forehead while his goons dragged a wounded but uncooperative Taylor to the freight elevator.
Upstairs, Sawyer heard the groan of the freight elevator. He looked around in a frenzy for somewhere to hide and then saw the perfect spot. If he could get there in time. There was a cat walk near the ceiling, probably with offices off of it. It gave a perfect view of the large open area below it. He ran to the door next to the elevator, assuming it was the stairs, but the door was locked. He heard the elevator stop and knew time was running out. Then he spotted the narrow metal ladder that accessed the cat walk. He ran over to it and started scrambling up as fast as possible. Then, he vaulted over wall that protected the cat walk and pulled out his phone. He texted Welch, warning that elevator was in motion and not to enter yet.
The elevator doors opened. Fanelli led Christian into another large room, like the one below. Behind him, Paulie and company dragged a badly beaten Taylor still bleeding from the gunshot wound to his shoulder.
Fanelli lined the two men up. Then he smiled at Christian, "What you do you say, Grey? You want to shoot the motherfucker or shall I?"
"You can't just shoot him, he's cuffed!"
"I'll take that as a no. The cuffs bother you? They just make my job easier." He lifted his gun and said "Step away, guys" then just as he was going to press the trigger, Sawyer leaned over the railing and blew his brains out. Paulie and company looked all around for the shooter. They never looked up. Sawyer fired two more kill shots and watched Paulie and company go down. He texted Welch an all clear and hopped over the catwalk and scrambled back down the ladder heading straight for Taylor.
Welch charged in with his weapon drawn and headed for Taylor as well. Christian stood all alone, ignored by everyone. Well, Welch did ask if he was injured. His security team that he paid a small fortune to were ignoring him as if he didn't exist. Fuck that!
"Welch!" He commanded loudly. Welch, who was crouched in front of Taylor, removing the cuffs and trying to determine the extent of his injuries looked up once and ignored him again.
Furious, Grey strode over to him,"What the hell is with you Welch?"
"Not now, Grey. "
"Fuck you, Welch, why not now?"
Welch, who was busy applying direct pressure to Taylor's gunshot wound, heard Taylor moan loudly in pain and looked at Sawyer. "Get him the fuck out of here before I fucking shoot his ass."
Sawyer finished pulling his belt off and gave it to Welch who proceded to use it to apply pressure to the wound. "Come on, Mr Grey, let's go outside. "
Outside. The building, Grey was amazed at what he saw. Cars kept pulling up, unloading men with weapons. Then a moving van pulled up, double parked, and a team of medical professions ran into the building, carrying all types of medical equipment and two gurneys. Suddenly, he felt alarmed. How bad was Taylor hurt? And what about Flynn? He hadn't even asked about him yet. He looked at Sawyer and asked curiously,"Where did all these people come from?"
Sawyer looked at Grey and said simply, "Taylor has a lot of friends. When he needed help, his friends were there. "
"You mean this isn't my security team?"
Sawyer laughed bitterly, "Grey, you fired us all yesterday, remember? Then you chose Fanelli to protect you while you dealt with Taylor. Remember?"
"But, but Elena said,"
"Fuck Elena. I don't even want to hear what the bitch said. How the fuck can you even bring it up?"
"I can't help it. She was my friend for so long. My only friend. I trusted her."
"You trusted her but you couldn't trust Ana or Taylor?" Luke asked, his voice tinged with sarcasm, looking away with disgust. Grey reached for Sawyers arm, "What really happened Luke?"
Just then, one of Welch's men approached, letting Luke know Welch needed him. Sawyer left a troubled Grey outside and headed for Welch. He was standing over Taylor who was laying in a gurney bare chested with a huge bandage wrapped around his shoulder. T kept trying to get up only to have Welch push him back down. "T!" Sawyer greeted him affectionately, grasping his hand and wrist with both hands.
"Where's Ana?" a very pale Taylor asked, and using Lukes grip on his arm, hauled himself up to a sitting position.
"Damn it, Taylor, you need surgery. Can't you just lay down?" grumbled Welch.
"No surgery until Ana is safe, Welch. I told you that. As soon as that bag of blood is empty, I am out of here." Then he looked at Sawyer, "Welch said you put a tracker on her car?" Sawyer smiled and nodded. He pulled his phone out of his jacket, pressed a few buttons and watched as the screen lit up, then handed it to Taylor. Taylor stared at it in horror, as Welch leaned over to see the screen. Welch looked from one man to the other, "She's headed home?" He asked. Taylor sighed, "No, Welch. She's taking Ana to her dungeon." Taylor cursed viciously, then said simply, "We need Grey. We will never find the dungeon without him. Fuck! Get him, Luke."