Loving him, Love her

A bullet and a ride

Maverick...
"Shaw if you don't put that gun away I will take it from you and pistol whip you myself."

"Oh, so it's like that Maxwell!"

"Yes, it is, especially since you have me out here in the jungle."

"What took you so long to find me."

"I don't know Shaw why don't you tell me."

"Max, when I found you you were shot in the back and your vitals were weak, I knew you wouldn't survive out here so I called it in. You must believe that I had your back the entire time, we were ambushed at the lab, I don't know by who, but with you down and the uncertainty of it all I took the vials and left coming here as we planned. I figured with the right intel you'd find me. But I'm pretty sure I'm back on the radar, right.

"Look I'm not blaming you but I was paralyzed and was on admin leave for months. I don't trust Greenbriar or Holt. Can I trust you?"

"What do you think?" Shaw went into his pants pocket and pulled out an hard case and inside was the vials laying in a cushion protective tray. "Here they are, all your, safe and sound. I was just the gun man on this mission I have no use for these. I was waiting for you, you had a year to find me and you did. So my job is finish."

Looking at the case I realized just how important this is. Shaw and I devised a plan when we first started this mission. We were constantly being monitored and something didn't feel right. We decided if anything happened like an attack we would leave together and go off grid until we were able to figure things out. But I was shot and Shaw was gone.

"Shaw they brought me in to bring you out, what do you want me to do."

"Shoot me and leave. Within the hour my men will start to hunt you. I left a truck about a mile out find it and don't come back. I know I'm considered an enemy of the state so I can't come home, but I believe that you will do the right thing with those vials."

Taking the vials I place them in my cargo pants. " So, just where am I to shoot you."

"No vitals, not my face and not my feet. I have a great surgeon here so other then those place I mentioned it doesn't matter. Make the shots clean, I wouldn't want you to lie. You can tell then that you shot me and left me for dead. Max I've been in this life for 20 years I was just like you fresh out of college. But the agency used and abused me, and now I'm done."

"Why didn't you retire? "

"Maxwell, I know to much for them to just let me walk. Right before our mission I asked to retire, and Greenbrier told me after this mission I could. Well, while in Mexico I had three attempts on my life. I didn't think it was a connection until now."

"What do you mean?"

"Maxwell, I received a cryptic message from Holt telling me you were coming and to take you out. I've been searching for you like you've been searching for me. You have a GPS monitor in the inside of your boot, how did you think I found you."

"What?"

"Here's the bottom line, you was suppose to decipher the code of FB632 and once you had I was to collect the report and terminate you, per Greenbriar and Holt directive, but the mission was never complete because we were ambushed. What you have in your possession is very important to someone and I don't know who, and why, but I wouldn't let it be known that you have it."

Just then Shaw punched me in the face, then round houses me in the chest. Stumbling to get my balance I looked at him questioning.

"Make it look good!" Shaw said.

At the end of our ten minute battle I was cut on both arms, and across my back. I had a flesh wound on my stomach. And I was shot in the arm. Thank you Jesus it was a clean shot. Shaw was beaten and shot in the shoulder. Pictures was taken and I headed to the pickup zone. Even after all that Shaw told me I hoped that it was some kind of misunderstanding.

Sending a cryptic message that the target was left for dead and I was injured I waited for a response at the safe house. Two days later I was still waiting. I was able to stitch up my cuts and gun shot wound but the one the back was superficial, but still posed a problem because I couldn't reach it. The gun shot wounds were clean and not problematic but they were very painful.

Three days later I received a message from agent Holt stating that Greenbriar was killed in a car accident and if I able to retrieve anything from Shaw. Avoiding the answer to the question I asked about ETA of an extraction team and he said that there was non because this was an off the book mission.

Alone in Panama with no way home I was stuck. I had money but no passport I had a CIA cryptic radio and no other means of communications. I began to formulate ideas and thoughts. I knew that there was a military base, Ft. William Davis which was now used for military training, then I thought of the US embassy in Panama.

I remember reading about it when I was tracking Shaw. It's had taken me a week to find him. From the safe house to the Embassy was 30 miles. I arrived at the Embassy, but I had no identification, waiting a mile away I began to think of possible scenarios as to how this could play out.

Worst case, I could be arrested, turned over to the government and pray that all went well. Heading to the check point I stated that I was a citizen of the United States and I needed help. I asked to make a phone call.

"Flex, this is Maverick, I can't explain right now but I need you to come to Panama and get me. I need my passport, money and identification."

"Maverick, we have been looking all over for you what is going on man, what are you doing in Panama? I got an alert that you were put on the do not fly list two days ago."

"Flex I need a way out man. I'm at the Embassy now, I don't know how much longer I can stay before they will try to detain me if I'm on the do not fly list. Call Brian only and tell Brian I need a ride and saddle up. Tell him I'm at 569 San Filla Hugo, Panama.
"Brian, what can he do. "

"Flex make the call, I tried to do this the right way, but now it's by any means necessary."

Brian...
"Brain, this is Flex I need to talk, you got a minute."

"Flex, man hey have you guys gotten any word about Maverick yet."

"Well that's why I called. He called me and said that he was in Panama City and to saddle up he needs a ride home."

"Flex, did he say anything else!" My mind was racing a million miles a minute but I needed to get all the intel, how did he know.

"Well, I told him he's on the no fly list."

"When did all of this happen? "

"About two days ago."

"Flex, Ima need all your boy genius to be put to work. I need to know all that you can find out about where Maverick is and what he is doing. I know you thought he was CIA, well I'm confirming that he is. We did some intel a few years back when I was with Clear Water in Afghanistan and I came across Maverick at a facility. He said he was doing research for his company. My job at the time was transportation for the highest bidders.

We would transport anything for anybody even those we were fight against if the price was right. Him telling me to saddle up let me know he knows or knew what I was doing when I was with Clear Water. What I'm about to do is illegal and if caught could cause some serious repercussions. Give me the location and I will make this happen."

"Brian, are you or were you a mercenary."

"Flex, don't ask questions you really don't want the answers to. Our jobs are very similar, except I'm paid a lot more than you and I work less. But when I go to work theirs no reassurance that I'll come home."

"I don't know why all the secrecy about what our jobs are, first Maverick now you so what is your job now."

I'm a clandestine for the CIA. I gather human intel that help shape policy. I work behind the scene of the CIA. I can't believe I didn't see it before concerning Maverick. Once I left Clear Water I got into the CIA.