It was pride that welled up inside Taylor as he saw the spark of defiance reignite in Mekoâ€™s eyes and a heavy half smile curled onto Taylorâ€™s lips as what was spoken registered in his head. The only reason he knew what Meko had spoken was because his little warrior had started teaching him Romanian. â€œThatâ€™s a boy Mek.â€ He shortened the kids name affectionately as his weary body slouched slightly in the hard metal chair.<br/><br/>â€œIf you tell us what you know Taylor, weâ€™ll let the boy go.â€ Michael said as he returned to stand in front of Taylor. â€œHe wonâ€™t be touched anymore, not a single hair on that delicate head of his.â€ Taylorâ€™s eyes moved from Michael to the screen and he laughed. â€œMeko isnâ€™t delicate.â€<br/><br/>Michael sighed in frustration as he stood up and scrubbed his face with his hands leaving blood in their wake. â€œI will make sure they paint that room with his blood.â€ The sheer frustration was amusing to the only half lucid man chained to the chair. â€œGo ahead and underestimate the kid. I will laugh when he pulls you apart limb from limb.â€ Taylor knew Meko would probably never go that far but the men that were in his and Mekoâ€™s room did not. The best thing Taylor could do for Meko is instill fear into the hearts of anyone that would step into his little warriorâ€™s room. He had to make them fear what Meko would do because then theyâ€™d leave an opening. They would hesitate and it would give Meko the chance to escape.<br/><br/>Taylorâ€™s body attempted to double over as a punch flew into his gut and shattered the two broken ribs. He released a roar of pain tossing his head back and blood trickling out of his mouth. His teeth were painted red from the numerous punches he had taken to the face. â€œYou hit like a bitch.â€ Taylor snarled spitting blood out at Michael.<br/><br/>-0-0-0-0-0-0<br/>Xander hovered around the desk for a moment longer trying to find any information that could be held over Madam Directorâ€™s head until she gave him his full pardon. In a brief fit of anger he swiped everything off the desk and sat heavily down into the now vacated desk chair. â€œTracker Installed.â€ He mumbled to himself as he tried to recall when it could have happened.<br/><br/>â€œYou are a sneaky bastard arenâ€™t you Frank?â€ Xander laughed to himself as he remembered the night he had cornered Frank in the alley. That night he had thought the slight prick on his arm had been a bug trying to have lunch. Xander internally groaned as he fished out his pocket knife, he wasnâ€™t afraid to cut himself because heâ€™d done it before he just didnâ€™t want to.<br/><br/>The pounding of more footsteps caused Xander to stand up from the chair and bolt out the door. Heâ€™d have to rid himself of it when he had more time. Somehow he managed to avoid armed guards all the way down to the rooms he knew his brother and the kid were being held. Of course the hiding portion of the run was Xanderâ€™s least favorite part.<br/><br/>A sick grin curled onto his lips as he slowly rounded the last corner of the darkly light hallway six floors beneath the surface. His steps were so light that they could not be registered by most people, enhanced and normal alike. â€œPity I canâ€™t take my time with you.â€ He whispered in the ear of the guard standing outside one of the doors. Before said guard could jump and turn to try and defend himself Xander had snapped his neck and lowered the body quietly to the floor.<br/><br/><br/>-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0<br/>Sam returned just a few minutes after he had left the room with a plain looking Styrofoam box. â€œI would say this wonâ€™t hurt at all but Iâ€™d be lying.â€ He grinned sadistically as he placed the rolled cloth on the table that was bolted into the floor. â€œIâ€™m sure youâ€™ve heard of electrocution.â€ He pulled out a wood box and all sorts of color coded wires.<br/><br/>â€œThe first thing youâ€™ll feel is a burning sensation that will crawl through your muscles.â€ Sam pulled out a few needles and vials of clear liquid. â€œThe next thing will be your muscles locking up. You wonâ€™t be able to move or talk.â€ The tormentor flipped a switch on the box and several ear splitting sounds blew out of the machine.  â€œThese little babies will enhance you circulatory system and subsequently make the pain travel faster.â€ Sam held the needles up as he drew the liquid from the little vials.<br/><br/>His cold brown eyes finally returned to Meko. â€œLast chance before I strap you in. What was Schinoâ€™s secrets?â€