Note: I reworked this chapter a bit today to make it a bit less rushed, although it still feels rushed and I'm sorry for that but there's really not much I can add at that point that wouldn't make it confusing, I don't want to fill just for the sake of filling. Maybe it's just me anyway.
More to come soon, as promised, I won't stop updating until it's complete, probably in a few days.

Matt
"Sorry... he said we only had ten minutes before you go and this bastard was just standing there..."
"It's okay Mail, it will be okay, don't worry, they will just drive me to another place because I don't need to stay here anymore, I'll be in a wheelchair for a while but at least I can use my arms and hands again..."
"Mihael, baby... Oh shit I don't even know where to start... I love you... I will always love you, I..." I broke down in tears, it was just too hard to do. How do you say goodbye to the one you love? When he doesn't even know that it's down to that?
"Mail, what's wrong? Oh God what did they tell you?" He was crying too now, which made me feel even worse, if that was possible.
"The prosecutor... he said that just in case things go wrong I... I should say goodbye to you..."
"No, no, Mail, no! I'm just going to a new place, it's all gonna be okay!"

Mello
Make the best out of these ten minutes. Now I was understanding the meaning of those words. I looked at Andreas, and he knew that I knew, now. He avoided my gaze and left the room. Bastard.
Mail was going crazy on the other end of the line, and I was losing it too. It couldn't happen like that, I didn't want to have to say goodbye, because I felt it was like calling bad luck. But at the same time... would it really be our last words to each other? It seemed so unreal, I couldn't process it.

All I understood is that there was a lot more to it than just a transfer, I mean, it was going too far, saying goodbye and all: they weren't sure what would happen, and if all the security around and the way they usually planned everything didn't suffice to convince them that it would keep me safe, then I was probably fucked.

"Mail..." I regained a voice steady enough, through the tears, to tell him one last thing, because Andreas was already peering through the door, making me a sign that it was time, "I love you, and you've given me the best days of my life and... thank you for that, I... shit... I love you Mail."
"Don't hang up, please!" I didn't want to, but Andreas took the phone from my hands, and I let it go, being too devastated to find the strength to hold on to it.
"Mail, this is Andreas Lehmann, I'm hanging up now. I'm sorry, I understand how you feel, but we have to go now..."

I was equipped with a bulletproof vest, and helped into a wheelchair. I offered no resistance, nothing mattered anymore from that moment, until I'd be safe. If I ever was.

We went through corridors, four cops around me, Andreas and a guy from the FBI opening the way, and two more guys closing the cortege. We used what seemed a private backdoor to reach the outside, where one car with tainted windows waited. One? I already didn't have much faith in the next events, but only one car, really? I would have thought that there would be a bit of security around the vehicle I was in but obviously I wasn't the pope or the president so I would just have to sit in there and hope for the best.

Andreas sat on the passenger's seat while one of the cops took the wheel, and two FBI guys sat at my left and right. I had time to see the remaining guys walk to another car a little further as the one I was in pulled away to the road.
My heart was beating fast, I was terrified of what could happen, because I was seeing everything fall down to a minimum the more we went on with the transfer. I felt like driving in my own coffin.

Matt
I was crushed. This was not happening. It couldn't be.
"Mail, hurry, we have to go." the prosecutor was suddenly beside me, now that the call was over, and he didn't seem to be kidding.
"What?" I was still completely shocked and I could hardly recover enough to process the fact that he was telling me I was leaving this room.
"They will pick up your belongings, " he gestured to the two guys that were standing in the doorframe – I hadn't even heard the door open – and pushed me gently but firmly to make me move toward the exit, since I was stuck there, not understanding, "We need to leave right now."
I started to walk, glancing at him, confused, but I was too heartbroken to even feel the need to question him.

To my surprise we left the building, when I thought we were maybe just going to the next room.
I was even more puzzled to see several guys waiting next to a black BMW, all equipped with bulletproof jackets and guns.
"Go inside," the prosecutor told me, opening the car's door for me, "and put the vest on."
I looked to the left of the seat next to me, and saw what he was talking about. What the fuck? What was going on? Why did I have to be protected? Where were we going?
I had briefly assumed they were driving me home and was already finding it odd to have all those armed guys around, now I knew I had been oh so wrong... but I couldn't fathom a valid scenario for the current situation.

The prosecutor on the passenger's seat was giving directions to the driver, but since I had no idea where I had been kept these last weeks, I had no idea where we were possibly going either. I could barely see anything, the windows were a bit dark, and the guys sitting beside me were so huge they were blocking the view anyway.

I found the courage to speak at last: "Where are we going?"
"You'll know soon enough. I'm sorry I need to concentrate, but don't worry, everything will be fine." the prosecutor replied, focused on what he was telling to the driver, and his eyes obviously scanning the surroundings.

I decided to focus on the only thing I could see clearly enough: the front view. But aside from the concrete and the white lines, there wasn't much to look at.
Until, as we approached a crossroad, another car came from our left and placed itself in front of ours, both vehicles barely slowing down.
It took me a few seconds to realise that it was the exact same car, a black BMW, and that its pace at the intersection a few seconds earlier was not one of a car ready to give way, thus it wasn't a coincidence that ours had given way instead of taking a rightful priority. It was planned like that.

My heart began jumping in my chest, and the prosecutor immediately noticed my agitation. I didn't have the time to speak, a phone rang.
"Everything okay here." the prosecutor simply said before ending the call. I was one hundred percent sure that he had been talking to someone in the car preceding ours, maybe even Lehmann.
The prosecutor turned to me as he slid the device back in his front pocket: "Calm down. You'll know everything soon enough." And he focused back in front of him.
So that was it, I wouldn't know anything until we arrived. Mihael was probably in front of us and the prosecutor was expecting me to sit still?
"Is Mihael in the other car? Tell me, at least!" I pleaded him, I needed to know!
"Yes, now keep it shut, we're not there yet and it's already stressing enough."

I could hardly argue and I had no other option than to sit and wait so I resigned myself and rested my back against the backseat, sighing. Mihael was merely a few feet from me, that was all that my mind would acknowledge, and it made me happy and anxious at the same time. It couldn't be long now, they weren't driving us out of the state. At least I hoped so.

Mello
It was boring. I was sitting between two mountains, and it was clearly uncomfortable for the three of us since with my plastered legs, I was taking a considerable amount of space myself. I stared at the road , void of traffic, ahead of us, since there wasn't anything else I could do, wondering where we were going. All I could guess was that we were out of the city in no time, and now speeding on the fastlane. Fuck, I couldn't see the signs so I had no idea where we were heading to, and I didn't know this road, I had never taken it before.

Matt
We were all silent, the driver now following the car in front of us, the prosecutor not needing to give directions anymore, and with my limited sight, I barely saw the car coming from the right at full speed.

My heart almost stopped when it crashed right into the side of the other BMW, both cars sliding on the road in a deafening screech before stopping half on the pavement. Our own car stopped abruptly, the driver braking in emergency.

I didn't have time to react, a hand suddenly pushed my head down, forcing me to fold in half, my face on my lap, and I heard a gun shoot so close that I thought it was for me, even more so when hot blood squirted on my left cheek. I could feel it run along my chin, but it didn't hurt, it was just... weird. Was I dead already?

The prosecutor started shouting orders but I was too overwhelmed by the shot still ringing in my ears to distinguish anything of what he was saying. A hand gripped my arm firmly and pulled me out of the car, and this told me that I was very much alive. But the guy that had been sitting on my left wasn't. It was his blood on my face. Panic completely took over me from then.

Until I remembered that Mihael was in the other car. My first instinct was to run to him, but I was still being firmly held, and the FBI guy pulled me backwards. "What do you think you're doing?!"
He started to run in the opposite direction and only then did I notice the line of police cars. When did they arrive? I had no idea, but I told myself that they weren't that far from us if they had reached us in such a short span.
I was rushed into one, the prosecutor sitting beside me, and we left the scene at full speed. I could still hear gun shots and people shouting and I started yelling at the prosecutor, trying to punch him so he would let me out of the car.
"MAIL! HE'S NOT THERE!" he captured my wrists and tried to maintain me, "MIHAEL IS NOT IN THAT CAR!"
It had the merit to calm me down.
"What?"
"He's safe, he's fifty miles away already, he's safe, calm down." his tone was suddenly soft, and he let my arms go when he saw me ease up. "I know it's confusing, but rest assured, Mihael is safe."
I opened my mouth, then closed it again. I mechanically wiped the blood that was starting to dry on my face, and as I looked at my bloody fingers in my lap, I started to cry.
"It's okay, they have the situation in hand, it's okay now." he put his arm around my shoulders, which surprised me.

When I stopped crying, he helped me clean myself the best we could with a few paper tissues. The drive probably lasted an hour, and during that time, the prosecutor explained a few things.

They had located the traitors in the hospital. They had set up the transfer, including the traitors in the team to make sure they had all the informations and would transmit them to the Keehls. As far as the traitors knew, there would be two teams, one with Mihael, one with me.

"But... they know where Mihael is now, then?" I started to panic again.
"No, no worries, We actually arrested all the traitors just before Mihael exited the hospital, minus one who we made sure was on duty with you today. The other car you saw in front of us was actually full of SWAT agents but we had all the clothing of the traitors in the truck because they were probably bugged, but we were short on time to question them or make a full search so we had to assume they had trackers on them."
"But why not arrest the last one? Is that the one that was killed?" I didn't understand the plan yet, I was a bit confused as to why they had risked putting me in the same car as a traitor.
"Since we didn't know how they would proceed for the interception, we wanted at least one thinking everything was going according to the plan, in case he would have to give a signal to someone exterior, with a beeper or anything of that nature, and he had to be with you since your own transfer was the only one going according to the plan he was aware of."

I finally understood, although I was still a bit shocked that they had taken such a risk.
"I know what you think. But we wouldn't have let anything happen to you. The agent on your right knew his job, and as soon as the other car was attacked, he got rid of the threat. If the traitor had given any sign that he wanted to harm you earlier than that, he would have been terminated in the second."
"But... you really had to kill him? Couldn't you just arrest him?" The guy had been shot right next to me, and it made me feel sick to know that he was dead because of them taking the risk, when they could have arrested him earlier. It was true that I wanted anyone trying to lay a hand on Mihael dead, but now I understood that such a level of anger is still only figuratively deadly. When you face a real killing, you reconsider the act for sure. It was disturbing, to the least. I was also extremely aware now that I might have been unable to protect Mihael, if I had had to shoot someone myself. Because you don't just do it like that. It made me feel weak.
"I know you might find that a bit radical, but first, it was a tricky situation, we couldn't risk him sending a signal to an outsider when he would have noticed the trap, and you don't control someone so easily in the small space of a vehicle, so it was a measured decision, if I can call it like that. I know you don't like the idea, and I don't like it either, but there's a second point, and to that one, I would never have derogated: I promised your mother to bring you back alive, and I care enough as a father myself not to have to tell her that her son died."

My parents. I immediately wanted to see them again. I had to admit that they hadn't been on my mind as much as Mihael had been these last weeks but suddenly, I needed their comfort.
"When will I see them? My parents I mean..."
"Soon enough. We still need to sort a few things out, but tomorrow or the day after, it should be possible."
I didn't expect it to be so soon since everything was always out of reach since they had locked me away. But now I was finally starting to relax. Fuck, I was exhausted now. Then it hit me. Mihael was fifty miles away when we left the other car, and we were still driving.

"Please tell me we're going to where Mihael is." It was much to hope though.
"Yes, we are." The prosecutor gave me a smile this time, and I would almost have hugged him but I refrained.
I was grinning from ear to ear though, my heart trying to escape my ribcage.
"So when you told me to say goodbye to Mihael, you were actually worried that something happened to me, not him?"
It all made sense now. Or so I thought, because I clearly saw the prosecutor wince.

Note: I need to raise the quota of cliffhangers before this fic is complete, otherwise it's not fun :D