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Bring on the Wonder	By : Azuriel Category: G through L > Leverage Views: 487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Will walked into Nate's apartment with a file folder. “I have something here you should see,” he handed the file over to a curious Nate.

Elliot was right behind Will. “What I wanna know is who is Salvatore Russo, and why is he sending you mail?”

Will enjoyed the slight hint of jealousy on Elliot's face for a moment. “He's the new Italian. That's all you need to know.”

Nate started looking over the file. “And he's contacting you instead of me?”

“I have history with him.”

“Sure,” Nate didn't seem surprised.

Will shrugged. “Okay, so I have a lot of history with a lot of people. If it makes you feel any better I think he only dated me to get information on some people.”

“It doesn't,” Elliot responded.

Nate paused for a moment. “This says Damien Moreau is coming here, to the US. We need to get to Virginia.”

The file was pretty clear. They didn't have much time. The first item on the list was to save the life of a researcher named Yasmin who worked in a DOD lab. Damien had decided to plant a bomb to not only kill her, but destroy any evidence of what she was building for him.

Will, Elliot, Hardison, and Parker dressed in all black and broke into the building. They saw the shadow of a person dart into a back room. Elliot silently directed Parker and Hardison to take pictures of everything they could. There was no time to download any data. The bomb could blow at any minute.

Will and Elliot found Yasmin. Elliot snatched her from behind, and will injected her with something to make her relax enough to not struggle too much. As soon as Elliot had her slung over his shoulder they left the building in a hurry.

As soon as they were out on the street Elliot put the woman back on her feet, making sure she was steady before letting go. She was conscious, but would be a little bit out of it for an hour or so. Yasmin was still alert enough to know what was going on. “That is DOD. Property. This is a federal crime. You guys are in deep-” she started shouting at them, but was interrupted by the explosion. She stood frozen in shock for a few moments. “Oh my god. What's happening?”

That was when they took their masks off. “We're saving your life,” Elliot said in a matter of fact tone. “We need to get out of here. Your questions will be answered once you're safe. Is the jet ready?” he asked Will.

“I think so,” Will asked. “I'll just call the pilot and make sure.”

To make sure Yasmin would be safe they flew her back to Boston. Nate was waiting for them at the bar. “Here we are,” he said as he placed a plate of food and a drink in front of her. She was still shaken, but slowly processing everything.

Yasmin gave Nate a small smile. “Thank you. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful for you saving me.”

“Well, actually, we didn't,” Nate broke the news to her. “As of now, you are officially dead. And to keep you safe, we need to keep it that way.”

“Who would want to kill me? I'm nobody.”

“Damien Moreau. He's an international financier. He runs money for drug dealers, smugglers. He's, um...” Nate was looking for the right words.

“He's a jack of all trades, most of them bloody,” Sophie finished the thought.

Yasmin could hardly believe what they were telling her. “What would he want with me?”

“Well, we have reason to believe that this has something to do with this guy, your boss at the department of defense,” Nate showed her a picture from the file.

“Elias Atherton,” her shoulders sunk a little. It was all beginning to be too much.

“What's he like?” Sophie asked.

“Well, he was some kind of general. Then he retired and started working for a research arm of the DOD. He's kind of a jerk, and not nearly as smart as he thinks he is, but I can't believe he'd be involved in something like this.”

Nate pulled out another page from the document. “Well, he's been in Moreau's pocket for years, and we have evidence of payments going back a decade.”

“This project that you're working on with him, what is it?” Sophie asked.

Yasmin blankly stared at the paper. “Well, that's why this is all so crazy. You're gonna laugh.”

“Bet we won't,” Nate responded.

“It's a battery.”

“Keeping everything compartmentalized,” Will mumbled from his seat. “Yeah, that's Moreau.”

“Now that I can ask questions, what did you drug me with?” she asked Will while looking at the small puncture mark still visible on her forearm.

“A muscle relaxer,” Will answered. “Small dose.”

“Is it something illegal?”

“Only if you're not a zoo vet in Australia.”

Elliot was the one to shake his head. “That's comforting.”

“Well, you didn't want to waste time with her struggling, which was a good call, and the only place I can get drugs that aren't traceable on short notice is my family network.”

“Did you manage to salvage anything?” Nate asked Hardison.

“Yeah, we got some pictures,” Hardison pulled out his tablet and started uploading everything. He pulled up data on the battery. “That's a lot of energy for a small battery.”

“Does it blow up?” Parker asked.

Hardison raised an eyebrow at her. “Not everything blows up, Parker.”

“Everything blows up, silly.”

“No, it's just a power source,” Yasmin answered the question. “I was working in a civilian laboratory when Atherton and the DOD folded in my research grant with one of their projects. That's when I started asking questions.”

Nate handed Yasmin an envelope. “Yasmin, your ride is just outside. You'll give this envelope to Detective Captain Bonanno when the time is right. Until then, Will's friends will keep you safe.”

Yasmin turned to Will. “The same friends who gave you the drugs?”

“No,” Will shook his head. “Those two men outside are my Israeli friends. They're gonna take you to a safe house of theirs.”

“Thank you,” Yasmin nodded as she got up from the table.

Sophie came in as Yasmin left. “I called some friends in Europe. Damien Moreau is running an auction at the end of the week, two million buy in, high rollers only. Something about a Ram’s Horn?”

Nate glanced out the window and watched Yasmin get into a black SUV. “Yasmin's deadline was this week. That's not a coincidence.”

“Time to notify the feds?” Hardison asked.

“No, Atherton’s too connected. No, we come at him straight on, he's just gonna call in some favor from a senator, and he'll skate on this whole thing.”

Elliot entered the room as Nate finished speaking and took a seat. “If Moreau was bothered by the cops, he wouldn't be staying at a downtown hotel in DC.”

“You're keep tabs on Moreau?” Sophie was surprised.

“I make it a priority to know where Moreau is at all times so we can avoid him. Atherton was a general in the black ops. Moreau, well, he's Moreau. We need more time-”

“We've run out of time,” Nate interrupted Elliot. “We have to figure out exactly what this Ram’s Horn is and where Moreau is gonna be holding the auction.”

Elliot's whole body was tense. “Nate, me and Hardison will hit Moreau. We'll get an invite to the auction.”

“And what about me?” Will asked.

Elliot stared him directly in the eye. “You aren't ready for something like this.”

“Shouldn't I be the judge of that?”

“Don't start,” Nate snapped. “There's gonna be plenty to do over the next few days. Elliot, you and Hardison do your part. The rest of us, we'll find out what the hell this Ram’s Horn thing is. And, Sophie, who exactly can get into a government facility on short notice?”

“The president, the vice president, any of the joint chiefs, and anyone from congress,” Sophie answered.

“All right, perfect. Nobody knows who their congressman is.”

“It's a DOD lab, so the best I can do is visitor passes, maybe media relations, but nothing classified,” Hardison said.

Nate didn't seem worried. “All right, well, that'll get us in, Atherton will do the rest.”

Elliot took Hardison to the hotel where Moreau was staying. They headed for the service elevator where two armed men were standing guard. “Moreau's having a party downstairs. Only way in is the service elevator,” he explained.

“Okay. So, here's the plan. We've just got to use this to get downstairs. And once we're there, I'm the middleman, you're my bodyguard,” Hardison laid out his plan.

Elliot ignored him and walked right up to the guards. “Who the hell are you?” one of them asked.

“Me? I'm Eliot Spencer,” Elliot answered without hesitation.

“And I'm Ian Wiltshire,” Will came out of nowhere. Elliot shot the blond a death glare. “I know you had good intentions, but I can negotiate for myself, thank you.”

“Open the door. This way,” they were ushered into the elevator.

Hardison was confused and worried. “Why'd you two...?” he whispered quietly.

“Look, just stick close to me, okay? This might get messy,” Elliot whispered back.

When the doors opened they were led into a room with a pool. There were scantily clad women all over the place, as well as several armed men. When the men pulled out their guns the women ran out in fear. “Chapman,” Elliot greeted the heard guard calmly.

“Elliot,” Chapman gave Elliot a small smile.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Moreau said with a grin as he entered. His gaze turned to Will. “Ian, I knew you were spirited and bold, but to come here after all this time? And it looks like my assumption was correct. You and Elliot disappeared together, and here you both are now. To what do I owe this reunion, hmm?”

Will took a step forward. “Some things don't change. I may have left your side over differences of opinion, but I have ambitions of my own. I'm also no longer at my father's side. I heard you were in town. You don't come to this country that often. I'm intrigued. Simple as that.”

At Moreau's direction one of the guards forced Hardison into a chair and handcuffed him to it. “Don't take it personally. Takes me a while to warm up to people,” Moreau said as a woman offered both Will and Elliot a glass of wine. “He prefers beer,” Moreau motioned to Elliot. “You know, I'm not surprised Ian stole you from me. Disappointed, but not at all surprised.”

“He does have a way about him,” Elliot responded.

Moreau seemed bothered by Hardison's presence. “You know I don't like dealing with strangers.”

He got up to push Hardison in the pool, but Will got between them. “None of that, darling.” Every gun in the room was suddenly pointed at him, but Will never flinched. “He's my hacker. It's incredibly difficult to do business without one these days. And now he's not a stranger.”

Moreau backed off. “I suppose I'll give you the benefit the doubt. Did you come to make a bid?”

Will shrugged as he sat down. “Possibly. All I was able to find out through my contacts is you have something developed at least partially by the DOD, and it's called Ram's Horn. But you wouldn't be here to sell it if it wasn't something useful, now would you?”

Moreau seemed amused. “If you've come here on a fact finding mission, you'll find you're out of luck. Either you know what it is and you make a bid, or you don't.”

“Oh well,” Will sighed. “But perhaps all is not lost.” He started running a finger lightly up and down the back of Moreau's hand. The man did not pull away.

“Did you have something else in mind?”

Will scooted his chair closer and leaned in a bit. “We could become partners again, at least temporarily. Our styles are too different to make anything permanent, but I recognize a good opportunity when I see it.”

Moreau gave it a moment's thought. “As I recall, you don't have the stomach to do things the way I do.”

Will shrugged it off. “That was then, this is now. I've done a lot of growing. Though I do still remember what you like.” His hand moved to stroke Moreau's thigh. “You have all those women hanging on you, but that's not what you really want, is it?”

Moreau's skin flushed as Will's fingers brazenly brushed his cock through his shorts. “You always could read me, but it's gonna cost you more than a tumble this time. I want Spencer to do something for me.”

Will's gaze turned to Elliot for a moment. “I have no objection.”

“What did you have in mind?” Elliot asked.

“Atherton,” Moreau said the name of the general. “He's been quite useful, but now he's asking questions and becoming a problem. He became rather upset over one of his researches who had become a liability.”

“So you want him to disappear,” Elliot guessed.

“Exactly. I knew you'd understand. You do this for me, and we can come to some arrangement.”

Elliot paused for a moment. “Consider it done.”

With a wave of Moreau's hand Hardison was freed from the chair. “Take your hacker and go.” Before Will could move Moreau grabbed his wrist and placed a room key in his hand. “You will join me for dinner and your offered contribution later this evening.”

“Sounds lovely,” Will replied with no emotion before turning and leaving with his companions.

They found the others in a nearby park going over everything they found at the DOD research lab. Sophie had posed as a senator who wanted to look in on some things. Parker had gone with her. Hardison was fuming. “You two tell them what you did!” he demanded.

“We're in,” Elliot responded with a short answer.

“How?” Sophie asked, suspicious of how easy it was.

“I said we're in! Just make the plan,” Elliot didn't want to discuss it further.

Hardison wasn't going to let it go so easy. “Hey, Eliot worked with Moreau back in the day. A lot. Tell them.”

Nate's jaw clenched as he stood to confront Elliot. “We've been chasing Moreau for six months, and you didn't tell us.”

“Because I was trying-” Elliot started trying to explain.

“Because what?” Nate interrupted him.

“To figure out a way around this, all right.”

“Because you're protecting him?”

“He was probably protecting Will,” Hardison blurted out. “Because not only did Elliot work for the guy, but Will was doing the horizontal mambo with him.”

“You what?” Sophie's eyes narrowed as her whole body tensed.

Will sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I did something stupid a long time ago. I had a huge grudge against my father, and I tried to hurt him the best way I knew how.”

Sophie was beside herself. “But you were...”

“You think being underage is gonna bother a guy like that?” Elliot pointed out. “That's actually how we met.”

Nate glared at them. “So this whole time the two of you had your own secret club.”

“I wasn't just protecting Will,” Elliot started to get defensive. “I was trying to do my job and protect all of you. Will wanted to tell you, but I told him not to, not unless we had to. We're out of our league, Nate. Every one of Moreau's men has innocent blood on their hands, every one of them. Every one of them are worse than me. You think you know what I've done? The worst thing I ever did in my entire life I did for Damien Moreau. And I... I'll never be clean of that.”

“What did you do?” Parker asked in a quiet and somber tone.

Elliot shook his head. “Don't ask me that, Parker. Because if you ask me, I'm gonna tell you. So please don't ask me.”

“I wish I didn't know,” Will mumbled. “I didn't have an active role, but I know what the order was,” he added quickly.

Elliot's glare turned toward the blond man. “And you tried to sabotage it and damn near got yourself killed. That's why you're not going back there tonight. The man knows how to hold a grudge.”

“And if I don't he'll know we're playing him,” Will argued. “And then the last six months was for nothing.”

“You're going back there for the details of the auction?” Nate tried to get it all straight.

“No,” Will answered. “To keep him from killing all three of us, I used seduction. He's calling my bluff. But he's not going to tell us anything until tomorrow.”

“Why tomorrow?”

Elliot was a bit hesitant to answer. “Because he wants me to do something for him first.”

“I'll bet he does. What?”

“Kill Atherton.”

“You can't,” Sophie objected. “You're not that man anymore. That goes for both of you, by the way.”

Will let out a deep sigh. “I don't think we have a choice at this point.”

Elliot was about to argue some more, but Will stopped him. “In order for this to work, my part is necessary, and I can't fake it. I was a dumb and angry teenager last time. I can handle it now.”

“Whoa,” they heard Hardison react to something on his tablet. “I know what Ram's Horn is. It's a bomb. A very big bomb. Yasmin's battery goes right there,” he pointed it out when everyone came over to look.

“Is that an electrical bomb?” Sophie asked.

“Yep, electromagnetic pulse. I recognize it because I built something just like it. My EMP gun, it's like that, just jacked up by a factor of a million. It fries everything electronic within the blast radius, which, on this thing, is about the size of a city.”

“Doesn't sound so bad,” Parker tried to look on the bright side.

“Yeah, unless you're in a hospital, or in a car on the freeway, or in a plane falling out of the sky.”

“That's a terrorist's wet dream,” Will commented.

“Definitely,” Hardison agreed. “So, what do we do? Call the feds, show them the plans that we stole from the department of defense, and tell them that some dude with protection from on high is maybe selling it this weekend?”

“No,” Nate shook his head. “What we do is we stick with the plan. We find out where Moreau's selling this, and who the buyer is, and we get into that auction.”

“Only way to get the details of the auction is if I kill Atherton,” Elliot pointed out.

“Then that's what you're gonna do.”

“Just so I'm clear, is this gonna be like killing Yasmin, or for real?” Will asked.

“What do you think?” Nate responded.

“The first one.”

“You're learning.”

Will walked into the hotel three hours later. He was led to the top floor and into a suite. A candle lit dinner was in the living room area, and Moreau stood in the doorway. “I wasn't sure you'd actually show,” Damien greeted his guest with a grin. “It really has been a long time, Ian.”

Will took a deep breath to steady himself before taking a seat. “I keep my word, usually. I'm not the boy you knew anymore.”

“I've heard,” Damien replied as he took his seat on the opposite side of the table. “You've even gotten yourself a new identity.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “Checking up on me? You once trusted both me and Elliot. I don't recall anything happening to change that. All we did was resign from your circle.”

“True, but even though you've changed, I haven't. I had to make sure you were working alone. You're not.”

Will shrugged it off. “Okay, so I made a tiny little white lie. Only because I do know you well. You don't work with people you don't know. You know me. You deal with me, they deal with me, everyone wins.”

Damien leaned across the table to pour Will a glass of wine from a bottle that had been chilling in ice. “Your explanation makes it sound so simple when it really isn't.” He watched as Will took a sip without hesitation. “Though it seems you still trust me.”

Will chuckled softly. “More like I remember that poison is not your style. Not to mention the fact that you put your pleasure above all else, and we haven't gotten that far yet.”

“Impressive. I remember that you never wanted to be like your father, yet here you are.”

Will took another sip of wine. “No, I'm still more like mother.”

A steak dinner was brought out and set in front of them. There was a piece of paper next to Will's plate with an address on it. “Before we get too caught up in the evening, send a message to Spencer. Chapman will pick him up at that address at seven sharp.”

“Maybe you have changed a little bit,” Will commented as he sent the text to Elliot.

A few hours later Will was on top of Damien, pretending to thoroughly enjoy riding the older man's cock while their sweaty bodies pressed up against each other. Soon after Damien enjoyed an intense climax, he stuck Will with a needle in his side. The blond man was out cold in about a minute.

Will groaned softly as he started to wake up. He was dressed and tied to a chair in a warehouse. Salvatore was tied up next to him, beaten and bloody. “You're crazy, you know that?” Sal said when Will's eyes opened.

“I would've thought you already knew that. So you knew where Moreau was going to be because you were undercover working for him. That would've been nice to know.”

“It was risky enough reaching out at all.” He struggled against the restraints to prove his point. “And we've been figured out.”

Will looked around. “If he thinks I'm playing him, he'll probably send Elliot here too. We'll figure out something. Nate was not ready for this job, but he does have a sharp mind. All we have to do is put our heads together.”

Only a minute or so later they saw Nate and Elliot walking through the warehouse. When Elliot saw Will he ran toward him and started to untie him. “You all right?” he asked, his tone full of concern. “Did you...?” It was clearly on his mind, but he didn't even want to say the words out loud.

“What do you think?” Will answered bluntly. “He really hasn't changed much. He still doesn't like to cuddle.”

Nate had untied Sal. “Nice to finally meet you,” Nate extended a hand.

“Wish it were under better circumstances,” Sal replied as he firmly shook Nate's hand. “And I'm sorry for the mistakes made by my predecessor. She accomplished the goal, but she shouldn't have put you in danger to do so.”

“It's a good thing I'm more forgiving than the Wiltshire family,” Nate responded as he helped Sal up.

“We gotta go,” Elliot motioned for them all to follow him. His phone started ringing and he paused to answer it. “What do you want, Moreau?”

“For what it's worth, I didn't get anything useful out of either of them,” they heard Moreau's voice come out of the speaker. “So I sent some friends to continue the conversation.”

“Well, then, I'll see you soon.”

“By the way, the white hat really doesn't suit you, but I love the hair”

“Eliot, are we in trouble?” Nate asked after Elliot hung up the phone.

Elliot nodded. “Oh, yeah.”

Elliot led them quickly and quietly through the warehouse. One of Moreau's henchmen ambushed them, but Elliot took him out pretty easily. They were near the door, but when they peeked out from behind the row of crates that shielded them they saw several heavily armed men waiting for them.

Nate tried to focus on the way out. “So, we just have to get to that door.”

Elliot shook his head. “That's a kill box. There's too much space between here and there.” He eyed the gun the goon dropped for a moment and then looked to Sal. “Are you sure you can actually take down Moreau?”

“Absolutely,” Sal answered with no hesitation.

Elliot took off the jacket he was wearing and picked up the gun. “Get them out of here.”

Will grabbed the second gun the henchman had been carrying. “When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I'm not a child in need of protection anymore, and I'm not leaving you?”

The corners of Sal's mouth turned upward slightly. “I'm jealous of you, Elliot. He never looked at me the way he looks at you.”

Elliot's chest seemed to puff up a bit as he took a deep breath. “Go!” he practically shoved Nate toward the door. The men started shooting, but Elliot and Will shot back to help Nate and Sal escape. Once they had Elliot was pinned behind a crate. The gunfire continued for several minutes. Every time one of them ran out of bullets Elliot managed to grab a fresh one from a nearby body they dropped.

During a pause in the shooting Elliot noticed that they had hit a few water tanks that had spilled all over the floor. He locked eyes with Will for a moment. “I love you,” he whispered before walking out from behind the crate. He started running toward the other exit, and then dropped to his knees to slide down the aisle, the bullets flying past him. He kept shooting until there was silence. Then he fired at a barrel full of a flammable liquid and it exploded in flames.

Chapman managed to sneak up on Elliot and put a gun to his back. “You said you didn't like guns.”

Will had silently come around and placed his weapon to Chapman's back. “Yeah, but he never said he couldn't use them.” As soon as Elliot had moved out of the way Will fired, and the guns dropped to the floor with Chapman's body.

“You're hit,” Elliot panicked slightly when he saw the blood oozing from Will's side.

“Superficial,” Will shrugged it off. “We need to get out of here.”

After checking in with Sophie to find out the bomb had been dealt with, they rushed to meet Nate at an airplane hanger where Nate and Sal were confronting Moreau. Since Moreau was so careful the plan was to pin other crimes on him; namely crimes committed by governments. It provided an easy fall guy.

As soon as they entered the hanger and Moreau spotted them, he grabbed a gun out of his pocket and aimed at Will. “You,” he growled. “I should've finished the job the first time. I underestimated you, but I won't ever make that mistake again.”

Will didn't seem the least bit afraid. “Don't worry, you're in good company.”

Elliot was the one who was afraid. “Pull that trigger and it will be the last thing you ever do,” he growled.

Moreau laughed softly. “So sweet. You know, it didn't surprise me at all that the two of you disappeared together. I could tell you were developing a soft spot for him.”

Elliot had already started running toward Moreau, but Sal tackled Moreau just as he pulled the trigger. Both men fell to the ground, and the bullet went into Sal's shoulder. Moreau sprung to his feet and ran toward the waiting jet. Elliot started to chase after him. “No, Eliot, no!” Nate shouted. “I got other plans for him.”

Elliot stopped and moved to kneel beside Sal with Nate and Will. Elliot took his shirt off and used it to apply pressure to the wound. “Thank you,” he said sincerely.

Sal gave Elliot a soft smile. “If I can't have him, at least I know he's in good hands.”

Will shook his head. “You haven't changed much, but that's a good thing for some people.”

An ambulance was called, and the rest of the team arrived at the hanger. While the paramedics attended to Sal, Elliot approached Nate. “The rest of the team, they don't need to know what we did.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Nate replied.

Hardison had been looking up where Moreau was headed. “Moreau's gone to San Lorenzo; tiny little European country with no extradition treaty with anyone,” he said when he found the information.

“What now?” Sophie asked.

“Now we go get him,” Nate replied.

“To San Lorenzo?” Elliot raised an eyebrow at that.

“Yep,” Nate nodded.

“Nate, what are we gonna do when we get there?” Sophie asked.

“Finish the job.”

“And exactly how are we going to do that?” Will asked.

“We'll figure it out when we get there.”
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