Please read and review...*warning death scene*

Dillon Flint snapped the disposable cell phone closed and threw it across the hotel room. He had done as his handler; the Chief had asked him to do. Now the Chief was angry with him, Snow…Snow was the one causing the problems, and the other rogue agent John. If Snow had done as he asked at the start of this mission, everything would have been fine, he would have extracted the information they wanted. But no…Snow had overdosed the target, had refused to stay in the observation room and the target, even in an induced state had sensed him in the room, it was all Snow's fault. Snow was a problem; he had caused Dillon to disappoint the Chief. Dillon looked across the bare bones room to the bag sitting next to the door; he was going to take care of the problem. He stalked across the room and gather his bag up, doing to the little table he dropped the bag on it and started rummaging around, bringing out different bottles and several empty darts…He'd take care of this, he knew where both of them were…His blue eyes took on a strange look.

POI

Finch opened the door to the apartment that he still maintained for John to use when he wanted to. He knew Reese didn't stay more then one night anywhere, as Reese had said, 'a moving target is harder to find'. But, Finch had found that John for the last three nights had logged on into the system from here, and for twelve hours now Mr. Reese was MIA again. It had been just under a month ago that the Snow/Flint incident had happened. Finch had noticed a distinct change in Reese. He had gone back to the Reese he had been when they had first started working together, more silent, more sullen, less talkative. He had told Finch just before he disappeared that he had something that he had to take care of and would be gone for awhile, probably a day at the most. Finch had asked him why and all he had gotten was that cold stare before Reese walked out. His cell phone had been powered off and the battery removed and left behind one of the computer screens. Finch was worried. In a routine search of his system he found John's log in, he was surprised that it had been hidden as well as it was, but his machine had found it. The problem was that the computer that John had used at the apartment had been powered down and that meant Finch had to come here to find out what the search had been for.

"Mr. Reese… what are you up to?" Finch limped into the room where the computer had been set up and found it sitting there. Nothing looked damaged. He walked over to it and sat in the chair in front of the computer screen and powered it up.

His reward was a blue screen.

Finch adjusted his glasses and let a smirk cross his face, an eyebrow raised. "Come now Mr. Reese…You have to better than this" He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a USB flash stick. He powered the computer down, plugged the stick into the USB and powered it back up. With a few strokes of the keys he had restore the system. His hands flew over the keyboard as he ran a search…it took less the five minutes

"Oh my…" His eyes widened… The search had been on Dillon Flint…

POI

Tyrell Evens looked up from his desk at their Section Chief. "I don't know where he is…You know he doesn't check in with me?"

The heavy set, balding man standing in front of Tyrell's desk ran a hand over his face. That was the problem, Snow didn't check in with anyone. "He's your partner…"

Tyrell looked at the old man. Tyrell had been personally assigned to Snow, he was the only agent that would put up with Snow, and Tyrell liked his job so he took the attitude that Snow gave him and kept his mouth shut. "He checked the SUV out yesterday and hasn't answered his phone since…I don't know where he is."

The Chief looked across the room, he didn't care how many years Snow had in the agency, this was inexcusable… "Put a trace on the SUV, track it…" He turned and walked away from Tyrell's desk and back to his office, calling back over his shoulder as he walked away. "Find him…Now!" He had gotten notification from Flint's handler that the man was out of contact and out of control, and Dillon's Chief was a worried…

POI

Dillon Flint had everything he needed. He shouldered into a rain coat, filled his pockets with the darts and the dart gun and moved to the door. Flipping the light off, he turned and walked back across the room to the window. It was a overcast dark night. He opened the window and felt a cold blast of wet air blow into the room. He moved out through the window onto the fire escape and straightened up. He shut the window; he wouldn't come back to this room. It was more of a misting rain. He turned and stepped to the edge of the railing and looked out into the night. A smile spreading to his lips, tonight was a good night, the rain would cover a lot.

He saw the muzzle flash and felt the bullet strike him in the center of his chest. He was thrown back against the window. The center of the sill stopped him from falling back into the room. He dropped, almost in a kneeling position on the grating, looking down at the ever spreading spot in the center of his chest, he realized his back hurt. He looked up again and saw the flash one more time before he died.

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