Fire With Fire Page #5

a full OR with an anesthesiologist.

We're too far from home.

I can't get you those things.

You emptied it, right?

- Of course I did.

You wanna talk?

No.

You want the light?

No.

Hey, where is she?

Is she okay?

The wounds are superficial.

She's fine.

I need you to have a seat.

Have a seat and listen.

Three days ago, a case manager

at WITSEC headquarters

in DC was killed.

It looked like a mugging.

They took his watch,

took his wedding ring,

wallet, cash.

But as it turns out,

four hours before he died

he accessed your file.

So they paid him for your location

and then they killed him to tie it up.

Now, son,

this will never happen again.

Access to your records

will be restricted

to the executive office of WITSEC.

All your communications

will be double blind.

Full black box.

Go ahead.

These were found

in the shooter's van.

Oh my God.

You gotta be f***ing kidding.

Now I'm not judging anybody

not tonight.

I mean,

you're only human.

But why do you think they went

after the both of you?

Hell, you're the witness.

Why not go after you alone?

Because you cared for her.

So the safest thing for both of you

is to be nowhere near one another.

No. No, you need

to let me be with her.

I need to make sure

that she's safe.

No, she is safe.

- How do you know she's gonna be safe?

She is safe. She's under guard

and wherever she's going--

She's going with me, God damn it!

I need to see her!

Marshal Durham is

on a plane and in the air.

Hell, I don't even know

where it's heading.

And that's for her safety

and for yours!

What do you mean? She's gone?

- She's gone.

Your new identity is

already being arranged.

When it's done, we'll take you

out of New Orleans.

You've been erased.

You don't exist.

You're a ghost.

But you'll be safe.

When do I get to see her?

Not till after the trial.

You just sit tight.

Hang onto yourself. The case

just bled out all over the street.

There was a hit out on Jeremy,

a federal agent was shot.

Jeremy Coleman?

- Jeremy's off the grid.

What federal agent was shot?

- That's all the information I have.

Who are you talking to?

- The marshals in charge.

All right. Get me on the phone

with them right now.

Lieutenant Cella,

all due respect,

this water's a fair bit deeper

than what you're used to.

You're absolutely right.

I'm just a small-town cop,

so if you could help me

and pick out some small words

and explain to me exactly

how you're gonna protect this guy.

You know I can't provide

you with any details.

Just tell me what kind

of protection you have.

Well, the full weight and resources

of the United States Marshals Service

is being brought to bear.

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