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Sleepy must have been sold him to the cops. It couldn't have been anyone else. Carl McGurn paced around the small room of the Delta Five safehouse in Miami. In the room next door, Jerry Block and Clint were disassembling their rifles and cleaning them. McGurn contemplated his next move. He thought that there was no other person who could try to take him and his men down. It was unlikely that his mysterious employer would have anything do this although he didn't completely rule it out. He saw stranger things in his career as a hired gun. All he knew was his employer's name, Francis, and he was pretty sure that that wasn't his real name. He had never even seen him before. Francis gave him access to the guns, and he sold them to the local gangbangers so that those little punks could shoot each other out. He admitted to himself that even he didn't completely understand the nature of their "relationship". He took one-hundred percent of all sales he made and he even got to keep some of the weapons for himself but how did Francis benefit from all of this? There must be a catch to it. The thing that really irritated him was when was he going to get into the real action? Francis promised him a special job but he hadn't told him what it was on where and most importantly, when. He wondered what it would be. Could it be a government office, a federal building, the White House, what?

McGurn pulled out his cellular phone and speed dialed Francis's private number.

"Hello," Francis answer in an electronically altered voice.

"This is McGurn. The deal went sour. Our buyer got away. He must have sold us to the cops. I have men looking for him as we speak."

"Yes I heard that on the 11 o'clock news. This is most unfortunate Mr. McGurn. They have the entire shipment of weapons?"

"Yes they do. I'll need access to the military storehouse as soon as possible."

"Very well," Francis sighed. "For now, find this buyer and eliminate him. He may give the cops information if he hasn't done so already."

"So when is this special job?" asked McGurn. The curiosity was killing him.

"All in due time Mr. McGurn. Just find that buyer. Call me when it's done." He hung up.

Damn, McGurn thought. No answers, just more questions. All right, enough of this crap. McGurn walked into the next room where his two snipers were just finishing up cleaning their rifles. "Jerry, Clint, let's go find this punk."

"Yes sir," they both replied as they picked up their weapons.

Another end to a long night at work. Senator Daniel Bernstein, Democrat, sat back in his chair of his home office. He turned on the television. It helped him wind down after a hard days work. He turned to the local news and saw the reports of the shootings and the killing that had occurred over the last day. All those guns, all those deaths, he thought. He had tried for years to put a stop to all these murders by trying to pass legislation to ban all gun ownership. In his mind, they were simply too dangerous in the hands of civilians and even their use by the police should be limited. If only that man didn't have that gun, my son would still be alive he thought as he tried to hold back the tears. His son had died five years earlier in a school shooting. He was only eight years old. Damn the second amendment, the NRA, and all those "gun nuts". They could all go to Hell as far as he was concerned. But with all of his efforts, he could not get enough votes to pass them. The gun lobby and most of the Republicans on capitol hill were in his way.

He went to his personal wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of red wine. After a few sips, he watched the news report on the status of Lt. Castillo. He was still critical. He thought if he went over to see him and held a press conference, he could get a little publicity. He would show all the viewers that enough was enough and that guns should be outlawed. He lifted the phone again and made a call to his publicist, and made arrangements to make and appearance at the hospital.

Tubbs sat at the gate of the airport. His flight wouldn't take off for another two hours. He tried to remain calm and patient but he was too anxious. He thought back to when he first met Castillo. He had been with Vice for only a few weeks when Castillo first walked through those double doors at OCB. He remembered all the cases they worked on, all the good and bad times they went through and how Castillo supported him and Crockett when they threw away their badges and quit the force. He wondered if Crockett knew. He tried to call him but he was told he was out. He decided that once he arrived in Miami, he'd try to contact Sonny again. He had to tell him. He thought Sonny would want to know. Plus he was anxious to speak to him after all these years. Just two more hours, he thought.

"Ok, you guys, here's your tickets," Crockett said to Billy and Jimmy as he handed them their plane tickets. Jimmy was going back home to Atlanta and Billy was going back to Los Angeles to start his summer quarter. Sonny grabbed his plane ticket from the ticket counter. It was a ticket to Miami. They picked up their bags and went to the gates. Jimmy's flight was leaving in 15 minutes and boarding was just starting. "Well Jimmy did you have fun?"

"Yeah Uncle Sonny, it rocked!" Jimmy replied.

"Cool. Next summer, I'm gonna teach you how to do some sailing too."

"All right!" cheered Jimmy.

"All right!" Sonny said as he exchanged a hi-five with Jimmy. "You better get on the plane now. You don't wanna miss your flight. Take care of yourself and say 'Hi' to your mom and dad for me ok?"

"Ok Uncle Sonny," Jimmy said as he gave Sonny a hug. He looked over at Billy. He probably wouldn't be seeing him for another few months. "Bye Billy," he said with a frown.

"Later Bro," Billy said as he gave Jimmy a big bear hug. Jimmy then picked his bag and went through the gate turning around for one last wave good-bye as he left.

Billy's flight wasn't going to take off for another hour and Sonny's for another two and a half hours, so father and son sat and waited. Billy could see that his dad was worried about Castillo. He remembered Castillo vaguely. Billy remembered when he would give gifts for his birthday or when his dad took him to some of the policemen parties. He really didn't know how to comfort his dad. He knew that he could do nothing make everything better except show that he cared. Besides, somehow he had a feeling that Castillo cared for him too. "I hope Castillo's ok Dad," Billy finally said breaking the silence.

"Thanks," said Sonny still staring off in the distance.

I'm gonna have to do better than this, Billy thought. "You never really talked about your days in vice Dad. How come?"

Finally Sonny woke up from his spell. "Well son, I didn't think you or your mom needed to hear any of that. The world is full of sick people. When you were growing up, I didn't say anything 'cause I wanted to shield you away from that. Before I knew it, you guys had left."

"You mean when you and mom split up?"

Sonny nodded. "Yep. There was something about being undercover that I loved ya know? Meeting with these scumbags and putting them under my spell just excited me. I dunno Billy, it was like I would get high off of it. Like an addiction. I realized I was out of control when I got caught in an explosion and got amnesia. I took my undercover identity and destroyed everything good and killed all the people I loved. And I almost killed... Rico." Sonny looked down visibly ashamed.

"It's ok dad," Billy assured his father as he put his arm around his shoulder.

"Thanks Billy," Sonny said with a smile. Billy's charms were working now. "Even now I still can't remember what I did when I was Burnett. It's like a bad dream or something. After that I couldn't take it anymore so Rico and I quit the force."

"Rico. He was your partner wasn't he?"

Sonny nodded. "Yeah, he was." Sonny remember when he first met Rico. He had just jumped onto his speed boat after Rico had stolen it during a bust. He didn't know Rico was a cop until he pulled out his badge and said "New York" with that accent. For six years they had roamed the streets of Miami and put away as many scumbags as they could. "I wonder if he knows."

"Did you try calling him?"

"Yeah I did but all I got was his answering machine," Sonny replied. "I couldn't leave a message. Something like this has got to be done in person ya know? Maybe I'll try again when I get to Miami."

"Now boarding flight 203 from New Orleans to Los Angeles," a voice over the public announcer system said.

"Time to go dad. Are you going to be alright?" asked Billy.

"Yeah I'll be fine. Take care of yourself," he said as he gave Billy one last hug.

"Later dad. Say 'Hi' to Castillo for me will ya?"

"Alright I will," Sonny said as he watched Billy get his bags and walk through the gate. Damn, he thought, He's grown into a fine young man. Much better than me. Caroline must of done something right. Sonny sat down and looked at his watch. Just two more hours.

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