Morgan and JJ approach Reid and Alex at the ambulance. "Did you get a good look at the driver?" Morgan asked.
"Yes, it was definitely Brandon Shaw," Reid said.
"Why would Shaw want Charles and you dead?" JJ asked.
"I don't know. But I am guessing the old team has something to do with it. Is Hugh safe?"
"Yeah, he's still at the Embassy. He isn't going anywhere," JJ said.
"Now, we need to get you guys to the hospital," Morgan said.
Reid glanced past Morgan's shoulder to see Charles walking across a bridge after someone. Then he started running. "Keep an eye on her!" Reid said as he started after Charles.
"Wait! I'm coming too," Alex said as she tossed the blanket off her shoulders.
"No, you're not," JJ said as she held Alex back.
"Don't make me hurt you, Jennifer," Alex said.
Morgan got in Alex's face. "You are staying put. You have a daughter who needs both her parents. Now I will go after Reid. You promise to stay with JJ."
"Derek," Alex said, looking into his eyes.
"I will," he said. He turned and grabbed a couple of police officers and took off after Reid.
"Charles! Wait!" Reid called out. "We will do this together!" Reid kept pace with Charles, who was a short distance behind Shaw. "Charles, so help me, god, I will open up your Boba Fett action figure and give it to Charlie to play with!"
Charles slowed down a bit, then ran in tandem with Reid. "You didn't have to go for the jugular."
"It was the only thing I could think of."
"Look, he just ran into that biker bar." Charles and Reid slowed down and glanced at the bikes parked out front.
"Yamaha, Kawasaki, Honda. Not a Harley in the bunch. This isn't your mother's biker bar."
"Definitely not rolling with Hell's Angels."
"Now the connection with the motorcycles makes sense."
They entered the bar to see everyone staring at them.
"Which way did the paramedic go?" Reid asked. A few of them pointed to the hallway in the back. They rushed over and into a room where a man pointed a gun at them. They turned as they heard the door slam, closing them in with four more men behind them.
"I'm pretty sure this was a trap," Charles whispered as he raised his hands to his shoulders.
"Well, as long as you're only pretty sure," Reid rolled his eyes, then looked at the man with the gun. "Look, sorry if we're encroaching on some kind of private club or something. Didn't mean to crash the party."
"Shaw said you might try to talk your way out of this. That you were the one with the golden tongue," said the man with the gun.
"I don't think I want to know what he said about me," Charles said.
"That you use wit as a defense mechanism."
"Ouch. You didn't have to hit the nail so hard on the head with that one."
"Charles, you talk too much!" Reid said. "Can't you see we're outnumbered?"
Charles turned to Reid. "Well, excuse me for having a sense of humor during impending doom!"
"Oh, that's just like you, isn't it? Everything's funny. Can't take anything seriously."
The man with the gun looked back and forth at them. "Wait–"
"Hold on!" Reid and Charles shouted in unison back to him.
"You know I'm getting really tired of your shit," Reid said. "I knew your mouth was going to get us killed."
"My mouth? You're the one who spouts facts and figures like you're some kind of supercomputer!"
"I didn't hear you complain when I calculated the odds of that stock coming through for you."
Charles relaxed his stance. "Yeah, that was a really good tip. Thanks for that."
"No problem," Reid said.
"Hey!" The gunman yelled. "I don't care what is going on here except for the fact that I'm in control here!"
"See, now you pissed him off!" Charles said.
"Me? How 'bout you?" Reid yelled, then pushed Charles.
Charles pushed back. They grabbed each other at the shoulders and were thrashing about. The other men came to break them up. Reid and Charles released each other and then started hitting the men. The men fell to the ground as each one was knocked out. Reid grabbed the cordless phone from the table and threw it, knocking the gun out of the man's hand. Charles picked up an old, worn phone book and whacked him across the face.
They started to gather the guns from the unconscious men when Reid looked up at Charles. "Do you think I'm like a supercomputer?"
"Yeah, of course! You're amazing! I wish my brain worked that fast. You're like Data from Star Trek."
"I like that. Thanks, buddy."
"Anytime."
They stood up. They each had two pistols in their belts and one in each hand.
"Are you ready for this?" Reid looked to Charles.
"Thought you'd never ask."
Reid went to the door and opened it. He started down the hallway with both guns pointed. Soon the room took notice, and their hands went to their belts. "Ah, watch it," Reid warned as he pointed the gun at the man who was pulling his. As soon as Reid made it a few steps into the bar, Charles turned around and faced the opposite direction with both of their backs together. They slowly walked toward the door.
"We just took out five of your guys without firing a shot," Charles announced.
"You don't make a move on us, and we won't have to shoot you," Reid said.
"You know, this place isn't so bad. You could use some better music, though," Charles said as the techno song played a repeated beat. "I will say, I'm pretty jealous of your fashion choices. It's like you all went shopping at some kind of Hackers' memorabilia store. Come on; you guys remember Hackers, that was a great movie! Mess with the best, die like the rest!"
"I don't think they experienced the movie the same way you did," Reid said.
"Oh, come on, it shaped a generation! It's what got me into hacking."
"You just wanted the leather jacket."
"Got to dress for the jobs you want, am I right?" Charles smirked as he looked at the group.
The song ended then Another One Bites the Dust began playing.
"There, you happy now?" Reid asked.
Charles beamed. "Oh, this song is my jam!"
They were halfway through the bar, still walking like an awkward crab with their backs together. Then suddenly, a man from the back corner started pushing men in front of him and then pulled out his gun. Reid shot him between the eyes. The whole room had their guns drawn, and bullets started firing. Reid and Charles picked up their pace as they were shooting everyone around them. Reid heard the clicks of his empty magazines. He opened his hands, dropped the guns, and grabbed the next two from his belt, then whipped around under Charles' arm and shot the men coming up behind them. He then turned back in time to pop another one a foot away from him.
By the time they made it to the door, no one was left shooting. Morgan was waiting out in the parking lot with six police cruisers with their lights flashing. "What the hell went on in there?"
"We got into a bit of a disagreement over music and wardrobe," Charles said.
"And they didn't seem to appreciate one of your favorite movies."
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Charles handed over the two guns left in his hands to Morgan. "These belonged to the guys who tried to kill us."
"These, too." Reid added on top.
Charles patted Reid's shoulder. "Nice shootin', Butch."
"Wait, you think you're Sundance? I'm Sundance!"
"In what world are you Sundance?"