It was just past dawn when Moreau got in his car, starting the engine as he went over his plan for the day. He had a little over four hours to kill until the rest of the thieves landed at the airport, so what better way to start the morning than play with the one he already had. Ford had been a thorn in his side for the better part of six months, and he was thoroughly enjoying a little bit of payback.

But as much fun as the insurance guy was, Moreau's thoughts were on Spencer. He was confident that if he played his cards right he could get his enforcer back in line. He'd done it once, after all. Except this time he wouldn't make the same mistake he made before.

This time, he wouldn't leave any slack in the leash.

As the miles passed by Moreau reminisced about the past, thinking back to when everything had started falling apart. He'd pretty much expected that after years of loyal service his top dog would eventually want a taste of freedom, so he'd given it to him. A vacation, so to speak. They'd been through a lot, and Spencer had most certainly earned it.

What Moreau hadn't expected was that he wouldn't come back.

And then along came Ford. What a pain in the ass. Spencer had referred to him as his handler, and in the hangar he'd seen just how much control the man held over him. It was disconcerting. Spencer seemed to take an interest in watching out for him and those other three wanna-be criminals, for reasons Moreau had yet to figure out. The man was leagues above them in pretty much every aspect of his profession, and hanging out with second-rate thieves was certainly unbecoming.

Still, he didn't blame Spencer for going soft. It wasn't his fault that he ended up running with the wrong crowd. Moreau smiled, thankful it was a scenario that he could easily remedy.

His initial plan had been simply having all of them killed, but as much as he fancied that idea he'd eventually decided against it. Spencer could be a very difficult person to control and the fact that they could be used as leverage against him made them far too valuable. Moreau could use the impending threat of their demise to make sure Spencer stayed in line, at least until he got his head back in the right place.

Moreau took a left turn, the tires crunching as the pavement turned to gravel beneath them.

His new plan was to trade Ford's freedom for Spencer's, and after their meeting in the warehouse yesterday he was confident that it was a safe bet. The only thing that could possibly put a hitch in that plan would be if Ford ended up coming back for Spencer afterwards, so Moreau had taken all the necessary precautions to ensure that Ford's stay was so incredibly unpleasant that the man wouldn't set foot within a thousand miles of him – or Spencer – ever again.

And despite the animosity Spencer had shown towards him during their meeting yesterday, Moreau was looking forward to today. He'd missed his old employee, and having him back would make rebuilding his empire so much easier. And fun. Spencer had a knack for what he did, and Moreau always enjoyed a good show.

He pulled over and parked, taking in the refreshing morning air as he got out. It was most certainly going to be a good day.

He unlocked the building's exterior door before entering the hallway, walking all the way to the back room where Ford's cell was. He left the room's outer door open as he entered, using the light from the hallway to illuminate the space. He smiled, never getting tired of the way his shadow loomed over his prisoner when he did that.

Ford was leaning against the wall right where he'd left him, except somehow he'd managed to get his jacket off to cover his face. Moreau smiled at that, assuming that the searing lights just outside the room must finally be getting to him.

"Rise and shine, Ford," he called out cheerfully. "I hope you didn't forget that we'll be having some visitors later today."

There was no answer, so Moreau took a quick glance at the man's chest to make sure his hostage had made it through the night. He squinted, not really able tell thanks to his likeness overshadowing him.

He sighed, thinking how much of a shame it'd be if Ford had indeed not made it. That would put a slight damper on his plan, as he wasn't certain exactly how loyal Spencer was to those other pesky little troublemakers. His men were ready to snatch the three of them at the airport if possible so in all likelihood he'd have another one by this afternoon anyway. Moreau fancied the blonde; she seemed to be the one that Spencer would be most protective of.

He pulled a bundle of keys from his pocket and proceeded to unlock the cell door. He left it open as he stepped inside, kneeling down in front of Ford for a better look.

Seeing that he was indeed still breathing, Moreau prodded tauntingly. "What's the matter? Have too much fun last night?"

When there was still no answer forthcoming he reached forward angrily and pulled back the jacket, but the face that greeted him wasn't Ford's.

"Hello, Damien," Spencer grinned. "Did you miss me?"