Brian had arranged to have information of his false arrest posted. An operative with an inoculation type device had implanted an untraceable transponder chip in Justin's ankle. True to his word Brian had taught him a few self-defense moves. Brian had drilled him over and over again until he was satisfied with Justin progress in learning the moves. At the end of two days Justin’s was sore, tired and apprehensive. Justin was amazed at how quickly the 48 hours passed. They had spent the last few hours lost in each other. Brian's body was still humming with the intense pleasure of their fucking. He was sated and calm. He didn't seem to get this feeling from anyone but Justin. Justin's fingers were idly playing across his chest. He lifted the fingers and kissed them. Tomorrow morning Justin would be secreted into a secured holding cell. Brian was seriously thinking of calling this off. He knew if given enough time he would be able to located Hobbs. It would take longer but he knew he could do it. Brian let out a sigh and pulled Justin closer to him. "How will Hobbs be able to find me?" Justin asked. "I've sent bulletins of your arrest to every law enforcement agency in the world. I know Chris Hobbs. I guarantee after that airline crash, he's monitoring every news and law enforcement site he can access. He knows you're out there, and he has the means to get you out." "What if it doesn't work? What if he doesn't want....want me back?" Brian heard the tremor of fear in Justin's voice. He hated the tremor. He hated having to send Justin to someone he feared so much just because of an assignment. Brian sat up and pulled Justin up to face him. He lifted Justin and looked directly in Justin's eyes. "Justin you don't have to do this. I can find another way to get Chris Hobbs." Justin smiled. It meant everything to him that Brian was willing let him walk away from this. He took a deep breath he had survived and escaped Chris before and he would again. At least this time he wasn't alone. This time he had Brian. "If you knew what Chris had then maybe that would be an option. Right now it's not. It's okay. I can do this. Just make sure that I don't have to stay with him any longer than necessary." "I promise you that I'll have you out of there in 2 to 3 days." Justin straddled Brian's hips pressing their cocks together. Justin loved he feel of Brian's bare skin against his. He never thought he'd love being this close to a man. Giving a man this much control over his body. Justin leaned in and kissed Brian his tongue invading Brian's mouth familiarizing himself with the taste of the man he knew he was coming to love. Brian ran his long strong fingers up Justin's back. Justin hands framed either side of Brian's face. Justin slowly broke the kiss. "If we are going to be apart for two to three days then we need to make the best of the time we have together," Justin said. Brian captured Justin's lips in a heated kissed as his hands relentlessly explored his body. For the next few hours they both forgot about the impending danger that awaited them both. Chris was monitoring the various law enforcement website when "DETENTION...Justin Taylor" caught his attention. He quickly scanned the information and smiled. He had found his little runaway. He'd make sure that Justin never escaped his grasp again. --------------------------------- It had happened so quickly. Justin had arrived at the detention center and had been given a private cell. Within hours he had been told that Mr. Christopher Hobbs had secured his release. Justin had expected it. He just had hoped it wouldn't happen so quickly. He let out a shaky breath. He knew that the sooner he got this over with the sooner he could get away from Chris and back in Brian's arms. He'd been led from jail and into a waiting limo. From the limo he'd been taken by a private yacht to a small island. He had been scanned for bugs and concealed weapons then shown to a room by a servant. Justin followed behind the servant. The man reminded Justin of a robot. He walked quickly and stiffly. He was impeccably groomed and he was dressed in white. Justin smirked. Chris was certainly having delusions of grandeur or his paranoia about germs had increased. The servant opened the door to a room and Justin entered. He'd quickly scanned the room. It was a large spacious elegantly decorated room. The room was done in white. Justin couldn't see anything personal items in the room that reminded him of Chris. Not that it mattered. Even when they lived together they hadn't shared the same bedroom. Once Chris had finished fucking him he would get up take and shower and retire to his own room. Justin let the memory fade back to the place in his brain he reserved for unpleasant thoughts. The servant stood by the door as Justin walked around the room. Justin turned to the servant, "Is Mr. Hobbs at home?" "Master Hobbs has requested that you rest and he will see you at dinner. Dinner will be served promptly at six o'clock. I shall be back for you." Justin smirked as he heard the servant refer Chris as master. It seemed Chris liked everyone to call him master in and out of the bedroom. Justin shook the thoughts from his head and concentrated on the matter at hand. He looked down at the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing. "I don't think I have anything to wear to dinner." The servant walked in the room and pulled open the door to the walk in closet. "Master Hobbs had me order some clothing for you. I hope what I have chosen meets your approval." Justin glanced at the designer clothes hanging in the closet. He hated wearing anything that Chris had bought him. He hated the idea of being Chris' kept boy again. He let out a sigh. He needed to get this over with as soon as possible. He needed to get back to Brian. Justin ran his finger over the silk and cashmere fabrics. "Everything is fine,” Justin muttered. "If that will be all sir, I'll come back for you at dinner time." "That will be all,” Justin assured him. The servant walked out and closed the door behind him. Justin waited for a few seconds and tried the door knob. The door had been locked. Justin leaned against the door. Everything was back to normal, he thought bitterly. He was again Chris' prisoner. ------------------------ Brian had secured a secluded farmhouse as his base for operations. It was rustic but it had everything. Brian sat in the high tech office of the farmhouse putting together his crew. Brian heard the crunching gravel signaling an approaching vehicle. He stepped outside just as the vehicle came to a stop. Ben stepped out of the driver's side of the Hummer. "I thought you said you were retiring?" Ben asked as he shook Brian's hand in a firm grip. Brian let out a bark of laughter, "Some things are easier said than done." "Cut your bullshit Brian. You'll never quit." Brian laughed, "Glad you could make it, Daph. It's nice to have my staunchest supporter on the team." "Whatever. Why the hell do you have us out in the boondocks? You know I hate being away from civilization, take out and food delivery." "Well I guess you're going to have to use your culinary skills,” Brian teased as he threw his arm around Daphne's shoulders. Daphne looked up at him, "We are going to die of food poisoning or starvation." They laughed as they entered the house. Ben quickly went exploring and setting up security to the house. Daphne set up her computer. "So, what are we up against this time?" She asked. "I'm not sure. I need you to zero in on the coordinates from my computer screen. I've been able to keep tabs on Justin but I can't get a picture." Brian leaned over her shoulder. Daphne was attuned to everything about Brian. No one else would be able to detect the nervousness in his voice. She'd known Brian all her life. She heard it. This Justin had to be a remarkable man to have Brian so concerned. Daphne accessed GPS. She typed in the coordinates. She found the signal for Justin and honed in on it. She typed rapidly and was able to pull up a grainy picture of Justin lying fully clothed across a bed. He was in a large sterile looking room. She heard Brian's sigh of relief as he looked at Justin. Justin seemed fine. Daphne quickly scanned him. "His body shows not signs of physical trauma. His heart rate and blood pressure are in the normal range. He seems to be sleeping." "He didn't get a lot of rest in the last few nights,” Brian seemed to mutter to himself. "And you would know this because..." Daphne teased. He thumped her on the head, "None of your business." Brian took another long look at Justin. Relieved that Justin was fine for now he got down to business. "Daphne I need to know everything I can about that house and everyone in it." "Got it." Daphne's hands flew across the keyboard. She was able to get a quick computer image of the compound. Ben walked in and stood by Brian. "How is it going?" He asked. "Daph is trying to pull up some numbers for us. The placed secured to your satisfaction." Brian knew how anal Ben was about security. "Yeah, I placed a few sensors around the place. No one can get close to us without us knowing about it." Brian wanted to tell Ben that one of the reason he'd chosen this old secluded farm house was because if only had one road to and from it, but he refrained. Ben was the best at what he did and Brian wouldn't second guess his decisions. "Not much to tell Brian," Daphne said. "Two story structure. Well secured. I counted about twenty men. They could be staff help or some of Chris' henchmen." Daphne shrugged. "It's hard to tell." "Okay, let's try to get some visuals of the place," Brian ordered. Daphne pulled up an aerial view of the compound and the surrounding landscape. "Zoom in. I wanted a closer look at the dock," Brian ordered. Daphne typed in a few coordinates, "Shit!" "What's wrong?" Brian asked leaning over her shoulder. "They just boosted a scrambler." "Can you by-pass it?" Brian stared intently at the snowy image of the screen. "Yeah, I can by bass anything, but it's going to take a little while." "Come on, isn't there any way to speed this up?" "With what? This is the only computer that will do this," Daphne told him. The visual disappeared back to the map of the compound. Daphne continued to type rapidly. She let out a sigh. "It's going to take awhile Brian." He shook his head in understanding. "Okay, while that's working we need to try to figure out what we are dealing with." "Well at least we have an operative in the compound. That's in our favor," Ben said encouragingly. Brian stared at the small dot of Justin's transmission on the computer screen. "Yeah!" Brian snorted derisively. "We just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into the darkest pits of hell. Now we'll see what chance it has." ------------------------ Brian was walking behind Daphne's chair continuously squeezing his stress ball. Occasionally he'd check his computer the steady dot of Justin's transmission kept him calm. They were reviewing the taped message that Ted had left for him. Teddy: Every search for a hero must begin with something that every hero requires... Ben was sipping on herbal tea. Brian was surprised when Daphne had agreed to try the tea. He'd had the refrigerator stocked with her favorite soda and the cabinets stocked with all her favorite snack foods. She had decided to drink water and herbal tea and so far she hadn't touched the snacks. He wondered if she was feeling okay. He shook off the thought and concentrated on the video. Teddy: ...a villain, therefore in our search for our hero, Liberty, we created a monster, Stockwellan. "Dr. Schmidt was a molecular biologist, why is he going on about Liberty and Stockwellan?" Ben asked Brian shrugged, "Teddy specialized in DNA. I can only speculate about Liberty and Stockwellan. I know that I've talked to him at length about Liberty Avenue. About how it was a safe haven for the Gay community in Pittsburg. Or maybe he's using liberty in the standard sense of achieving freedom. I know that his recent research was funded by Stockwell Pharmaceuticals. In the last few years he'd told me he wanted to break his ties with Stockwell." Brian paused in thought. "I think Teddy created a monster virus in Stockwellan. And an anti virus to kill it called Liberty." "That simple, huh?" Ben asked. Brian thought about Teddy. He was not a complicated man. "Why not?" Brian speculated. "Why not?" -------------------- Justin had showered and dressed impeccably. He'd chosen a blue silk shirt that complimented his eyes. A pair of white silk pants that molded his bubble butt to perfection. He'd checked his image in the mirror several times. He kept telling himself he was saving the world from a monster. That Brian was waiting for him. That Brian would get him out whenever he wanted to leave. He held on to those thoughts. There was a soft knock on the door. He heard the lock turning and the servant that had shown him his room earlier entered. "Master Hobbs is awaiting you." Justin smirked, "We can't keep the master waiting. Lead the way." Justin followed the servant down the winding white marble stairs, across the marble foyer into a small intimated dining room. Chris stood at the head of a small round table. The table had been set with fine china, silverware, crystal and candles. Justin took a deep breath as he looked at the man that had almost cost him his life. The man that with his bare hands had caused him more physical pain than anyone in his life. Chris was as he remembered tall, blonde and handsome in a rugged way. Chris walked to him. Justin took a deep breath and stilled himself. Chris gave Justin an awkward hug. Justin tried to clamp down the rising revulsion of Chris' touch. He eradicated himself from Chris' embrace. "You look beautiful," Chris breathed as he placed a kiss on Justin's cheek. Despite his best efforts Justin flinched. "Thank you. You still have great taste in clothes." "And you still look good in designer fashions," Chris complimented. "How in the world did you find me?" Justin asked as he put a few inches of distance between them. Chris gave a self satisfied smile, "How I usually find you, Justin," he snapped his fingers, "Magic!" Justin gave a shaky laugh. He thought of the few times he'd tried to leave Chris before. He'd been young then and didn't know how to disappear. Each time Chris had found him and beaten him severely. The last time he'd disappeared he'd had help and managed to disappear for good. "Well thank you. I didn't relish spending any more time than necessary in that jail cell." "Well good thing I found you. I'll make sure that we will never be separated again," He promised. A chill of dread went down Justin’s spine at Chris' promise. He looked in the watery blue eyes and knew that the only way he'd escape Chris this time would be through death...his or Chris'. "Let's sit down," Chris said. Chris held the chair for him. Justin sat down and watched caustically as Chris took his seat. They were both silent as a bowl of soup was set in front on them by servants. "I ordered all your favorite foods. I wanted to give you a welcome home celebration but it will have to wait for later." "Thank you," Justin muttered. Justin placed his napkin in his lap and tasted the soup. He wanted to tell Chris that this was not his favorite food. He preferred fast foods and junk food. It was Chris that had a taste for gourmet food now him. He knew better than to mention it. Instead he smiled and lied, "The soup is very good." "I'm glad you are enjoying it." They were silent for awhile as they ate their soup. The servants cleared the empty bowls and placed a salad plate in front of them. Justin thanked his servant. He noticed Chris didn't bother to acknowledge his servant. "I heard about your jailer," Chris told him. Justin looked at him confused. "What about my jailer?" Chris understood that Justin would not want to talk about his jailer. Justin had never been a man that enjoyed fucking. From the first time he took his virginity and all the times afterwards Justin had always cringed during fucking. Not that Chris had really cared. All he required was that Justin give him the pleasure he demanded. In return he supported Justin financially. He even allowed him to do his stupid painting and given him a room to use as a studio in their last home together. All he'd asked for in return was for Justin to please him. Be at home when he wanted him and to obey him in all things...not that Justin had always kept up his end of the arrangement. Sometimes Chris had to punish him. The last punishment had been severe Justin had ended up in the hospital. He'd had to leave Justin for an assignment. When he'd returned Justin had been gone. After everything he'd done for him Justin had left him. Chris looked at the beautiful slight male before him. That was in the past. It was a new day. They would start out all over again and he would make sure that Justin would never leave him again. Chris tasted his salad. "I know your jailer was known for raping his charges. I also know that he has tested positive for AIDS. I also know that the prison had you tested. Your results should be back in 48 to 72 hours. I know you will be relieved when the results are in. Until then we will...refrain from fucking. I want you to heal and get a good bill of health. I've made an appointment for you at a doctor of my choice for tomorrow afternoon." Something Brian had said to Justin made sense. Brian had promised Justin that he would do everything possible to assure that Chris would refrain from any intimate contact. He now knew how Brian had accomplished that. Chris had an irrational fear of contracting germs and sexually transmitted diseases. No matter how careful he was Chris had always made Justin get tested at least three to four times a year. Even when Justin assured Chris that he had been his only lover Chris still insisted that Justin be tested. "I understand your apprehension of being close to me Chris. Hopefully the results from the doctor will come back quickly and you can put your mind at ease." Justin decided he'd offer Chris something. "Until then there are other things we can do that are safe." Chris' eyes burned intently as he looked at Justin. More than anything he wanted to fuck Justin. Until he got the doctor's clearance he wouldn't touch him. He'd never fucked Justin with a condom before and he wasn't about to start now. He knew Justin was offering him a hand job. For now he would accept that. For now. "Yes," Chris gave Justin a lecherous smile. "there are other things that we can do." ------------------ Chris was going over the offer he'd received for Dr. Schmidt's work. "Sixty-seven million pounds. Well that's a promising bid for Dr. Schmidt's work. Don't look so worried Ethan, we're half way there." "Why do you think he's really here?" Ethan asked his jealousy obvious. Chris cut his eyes at Ethan, "What is this about?" "You've been looking for him for almost two years and he suddenly shows up. Doesn't that seem suspicious to you?" "Well I have considered his timing of course. Getting nicked within a week of the plane going down. Suggestive, even border line suspicious, but hardly conclusive." Ethan trailed his eyes down Chris' body. Chris was in a robe only. His hair was wet. Chris was a fanatic about showering after sex. Ethan knew that well. He and Chris had been fucking for months. He hated the idea that Chris was fucking Justin again. Especially since he'd wanted a piece of the blonde boy ass since he'd first spotted him. "Well, at least you've thought about it," Ethan said derisively. "It's good to know you are using more than one head." "Tell me Ethan, you don't exactly spend all your time worrying about where I'm putting my dick, do you?" Ethan saw the angry glint in Chris' eyes. He knew that glint well. Before he could move Chris had grabbed his hand and put it in a lock position. He isolated his pinky finger. Ethan struggled futilely. He was no match for Chris' strength. "Chris, please!" Ethan begged. "Suppose he is a Trojan horse sent in by Agency. Why shouldn't I have the pleasure of a good fuck. He has the smoothest, softest ass I've ever seen or fucked. Unlike your flat flabby ass." He let the insult settle in before he continued. "I've told you no one can compare to Justin." He gave an evil smile. "Especially not you. Never question me or my authority again." Ethan screamed as Chris cracked the bone in his finger. ---------------------------- Justin had never gotten in to car racing. Although he did admit he preferred this to being locked in the sterile mausoleum Chris was calling home. So far he hadn't learned anything that would help Brian. He was worried that he'd have to endure Chris’ company longer than the three day maximum Brian had promised. Chris had placed several private bets on cars and had encouraged Justin to place bets. Justin watched as the cars crossed the finish line. Chris looked over at the number in Justin's hand. "You won!" Chris told him. "Well, I suppose I did," Justin said trying to pretend excitement. Chris checked his watch. It was time for him to meet Stockwell in the lounge. "I'm going to grab a drink. Would you like a glass of wine?" What Justin needed was a double Jim Beam and a joint instead he said, "Yes. That would be fine." Chris didn't show affection in public. He never wanted anyone to suspect that he was Gay. Although he'd always told Justin he wasn't really Gay he just liked to fuck guys for fun. Chris slapped Justin on the back and walked away. Justin sat back and let out a weary sigh. He wanted this to be over. Last night had been so tense. He'd given Chris a hand job and massage. Thoughts of Brian helped him to get through the ordeal. Afterwards Chris had showered and locked Justin in the room. Justin reached down and rubbed his ankle. It was what kept him sane...made him feel safe. He knew that Brian was watching his every movement. Justin leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. "Car 29." Justin sat up, "Pardon me?" He looked at the tall attractive blonde man. "What did you just say?" "Car 29 in the coming race. Check it out. He's a sure winner." Ben handed Justin a race book and left. Justin opened the book and saw a small earpiece taped to a piece of paper that instructed him to place the earpiece in his ear. Justin looked around apprehensively but he placed the small earpiece in his ear. "You can speck as if I'm right by your side." Justin smiled as he heard Brian's voice. Brian focused his binocular and looked at Justin. He looked so good. He was dressed in a light blue silk tee and a pair of navy blue pants. Brian looked him over. He couldn't see any visible bruises. They hadn't been able to get a visual or sound on him but they had been able to monitor his vital signs. Other than a few minutes where his heart rate had increased it didn't seem as if he had been in any danger. Brian hoped planting the story of the prison guard had kept Chris at a safe distance. "Where are you?" Justin breathed. "Across from you. Just off the track, two o'clock." Justin stood up and found Brian with his binoculars. Brian was looking directly at him. Justin eyes glided over his lover. Brian was dressed casually in a leather jacket, blue jeans and a silk shirt. He looked so good. "How is it going?" Justin smirked, "Just like old times." Brian didn't know if he liked the sound of that or not, "Just like old times?" Justin gave a mischievous smile. "Well I did have to go to the doctor this morning. It seems that my jailer was HIV positive and was known for raping his charges. Chris wants to make sure I haven't been exposed to any...let's say germs or diseases." Brian chuckled, "Well, I'm glad he's looking after your health. Tell me who you ran into a Chris' compound." "Near as I can tell, there are about a dozen or more men that are carrying guns and about six servants that I've seen...there may be more. He keeps my door locked...as if that will keep me in. I've been picking locks since I was nine.” They both laughed. “Anyway, Ethan Gold, old friend of Chris', he's the only one I recognize. He's a bit of a creep." "We know him. He's over your left shoulder looking at you right now." Justin looked worried. He quickly glanced over his shoulder and spotted Ethan staring at him. He turned back around. "Don't worry about him. I have someone watching him. Have you learned anything?" "Chris has photos of news papers with money piled on them. Sixty-seven million on the London Times, what's that about?" "Bids for a possible Stockwellan virus." "Chris is meeting some guy in a bar," Ben's voice came over Brian's earpiece. "Describe him," Brian instructed. "Tall with dark hair and light eyes, in his late forties maybe early fifties. They're looking at something." Brian adjusted his binoculars to watch Chris and the dark haired man. Chris inserted a memory card in a camera and the dark haired man looked at the pictures. "Daphne I need to know the identity of this guy?" Brian told her. "Checking now, Brian," Daphne said. She sat in the Hummer parked in the parking lot adjacent to the track. Justin was wondering how many people were privy to the conversation he and Brian were having. He decided to ask. "Brian who is Daphne and the other man you are talking to?" "Daphne and Ben are operatives an close friends. You'll meet them when this is over." Daphne smiled as she listened to Brian. She knew now that Justin was more than an assignment or a piece of ass. If Brian wanted to introduce Justin to them Justin was important. Daphne's computer performed an analysis on the man. "His name is James Stockwell. CEO of Stockwell Pharmaceuticals. He acquired Bio-tect Pharmaceutical in a hostile takeover in 1989 and changed the name to Stockwell Pharmaceuticals." "He was Ted's boss. He funded his work," Brian filled in the blanks. Brian watched from his binoculars as Chris showed Stockwell something on the camera. "Chris is showing something to Stockwell on a digital camera. Whatever Stockwell is looking at, he's not too happy about it." Brian watched Chris put the memory card back in his pocket and leave the table. "Chris just pulled the camera's memory card and put it in an envelope in his left jacket pocket." Brian watched as Chris left the bar. "Justin, Chris is on his way back to you. There's an envelope inside his..." "...left jacket pocket." Justin finished for him. Brian smiled, "That's right." "Where do I meet you?" "The public bar." "I'll be there," Justin promised. "Are you sure you're up to this?" Brian asked. "I'm up to anything that will help bring this to a close." Justin turned around just as Chris made his way to him. He put on a fake smile for Chris' benefit. "There you are!" "Who else would you like?" Justin stood close to Chris. Chris looked around to make sure they weren't being watched. Justin slipped the envelope from his pocket without him knowing. "I see you forgot to bring me back a drink," Justin chided playfully. "The next race is about to start. I'll go grab me a drink while you watch the race." He held out his hand. "I'm going to need a little cash." Chris laughed and gave Justin money, "It's like it use to be. You make me happy and I take care of you." Justin's fake smile grew wider. “Yes, like it used to be.” He felt as if his face would crack with the pressure of maintaining the smile in Chris' presence. Chris failed to notice that the smile didn't reach Justin's eyes. "I'll be right back." Justin had only made a few steps away from Chris before he heard Chris calling him back. "Hold on!" Justin stopped. He hoped Chris hadn't realized he'd lifted the envelope from his pocket. He took a deep breath, turned around and planted a smile on his face. He quickly put the envelope in the back of his pants and covered it with his shirt. Brian watched from across the track and listened to his exchange. Ben was to the left of Justin. He had orders from Brian to take Chris out if he posed an immediate danger to Justin. "Have them deliver a bottle of champagne to our box. I think we should celebrate." Justin smiled in relief, "Absolutely." As Justin left the box Brian started moving, "Ben make sure Justin isn't followed." "I'm on it, Brian." Justin walked to the bar and looked around for Brian. He walked to the farther side of the bar. He wanted to give this card to Brian. He wanted to get away from Chris. Every moment with Chris was excruciatingly painful. Every moment he spent in Chris' presence brought back memories of helplessness and pain. He let out a shaky breath. He placed his order and quickly scanned the bar. He saw Ethan talking to the guy that had given him the earpiece. Brian said his name was Ben. Justin smirked. He couldn't stand the greasy haired little troll, Ethan. He knew that Brian had Ben occupy Ethan so they could meet together. He turned back to the bar. "Did you manage to get it?" Brian had slipped next to Justin. Brian caressed Justin's hand. "I managed." Justin slipped the card from his pants and handed it to Brian. In the crowded club no one paid attention as they slipped around to a secluded area. Brian inserted the memory card in his camera. "Daphne boot up and capture these pictures." Justin watched as Brian had a conversation with Daphne. "Shit!" Brian said as he took a look at the pictures. "Are you getting this, Daph." "Yeah, every horrible image," she assured. Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was footage of Blake, Teddy's assistant that had died earlier. He had some how been exposed to the Stockwellan virus. The footage showed what had happened as the Stockwellan virus quickly and mercilessly ravaged his body. He was dead within three days of the exposure. "I want you out of Chris' place! You are coming with me now!" Brian grabbed Justin's hand. Justin pulled back. "What are you talking about? What did you see?" Justin asked nervously. He looked around. He saw a few of Chris' men lurking around the bar. They hadn't spotted him yet, but he knew there was no way they would allow him to walk out of this bar with Brian. "You've done your job, now I want you on the first plane back to the London." "How do you suggest I go about it?" Brian squeezed his hand, "Simple. By walking out of here with me." "Brian that's not a good idea," Daphne said over the earpiece. "Daph, this doesn't concern you," Brian barked. "Yes, hell it does! It's only three of us. You don't know how many men Chris has in this place. You can't risk Ben's life, these innocent people...or Justin's playing super hero. I've seen what you've seen. I know how bad it is. We can't win this if we get killed today. Right now the odds are against us. Justin will be fine. We will pick him up tonight. When we are better equipped to deal with the situation, when we know where our enemies are and when we have the element of surprise on our side." Brian let out a deep breath. As much as he wanted to ignore her words she was right. He looked around the crowded bar. Chris and his cohorts would have no problem with mowing these people down. He looked down and realized he was gripping Justin's hand tightly. He loosened his grip. Justin didn't know what was going on with Brian. He did know Brian didn't like what he was hearing. He could tell by the deep frown on his face. "Be ready tonight. I'll be there to get you." Brian gave the card and envelope back to Justin. "Put this back in his pocket. Give me your earpiece." Justin quickly obeyed. "Be ready." Brian gripped Justin and kissed him quickly before releasing him. Justin watched Brian walk away from him. "Ben you can detach yourself from the troll. Let's get the hell out of here." Neither man saw Chris in the far corner watching Justin.