I wasn't entirely pleased with the way things were working out, but I didn't exactly have the time to be upset about it. The mystery criminal's plane had just landed and I had to stay focused in order for this to have any hope of working out. And that was even if we were lucky enough not to have corrupt security.

A man dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit with chains around his wrists and ankles and a burlap sack over his head stepped out into view. I cautiously stepped closer, watching closely as the man suddenly yanked his arms into the air, all of the chains snapping.

"Damn," I breathed, pulling my handgun out. Fake chains meant corrupt security and that meant our plan was screwed. Fi would have to take out Gilroy with absolutely no mercy and Sam would have to join me from his spot in the Charger. Basically, this meant chaos.

Handgun ready, I started to sprint forward, eyes fixed on the man in orange. He was reaching up to the burlap sack and pulling it off...

As a spy, you're trained to not let emotions compromise you. If you do, there's a good chance you'll get yourself killed. But you also have to learn that, though you may be a spy, you're still human. Sometimes an emotion can be so strong that you can't help but react.

I skidded to a stop, the handgun faltering in my grasp. Stumbling backwards slightly, I stared at the man, not able to quite believe my eyes. The chaos surrounding quieted to a low buzz and I forgot all else but one single thought.

He's dead.

He was dead! I knew he was dead, Ma had sent me the funeral invite years ago! I'd been to his tombstone! He was dead!

But no. There he was, standing right there in bright jailbird orange. Standing just a hundred feet in front of me, looking around and speaking with one of the fake security personnel. The first person I'd ever learned to hate, whom I thought was long dead and gone, was here. Alive. And apparently had gotten worse since I'd last seen him.

"I'll see you in hell, boy!"

Yeah. Yeah, I'd say that was about right. If Frank Westen was back from the dead, I would definitely call this "hell."

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!