Michael had two things he needed to attend to. He was about to do the hardest thing in his entire life. Taking down bad guys and international conspiracies seemed minor compared to this. The other was supposed to be an exciting and joyous event, but now had lost it's spark. He had worked so hard to get to this point, but was it worth it? He had lost so much and those around him even more. Was it worth loosing his brother and now possibly his mother too? Sure Fi would be released, but would she have ever been in prison to begin with it he had chosen a different path?
BREAKING THE NEWS TO MADELINE
"A spies life is spent preparing, learning languages, researching targets, practicing with weapons. You prepare so when the important moments arrive you're ready but there are certain moments, human moments that no amount of training can prepare you for."
Madeline was in her '60s avocado and orange kitchen preparing food when Michael arrived to break the news about Nate's death. "Hi, honey. How'd it go?" Michael was visibly saddened, looking down as he made his way towards her. Her expression changed from being happy to concerned.
"Mom." She saw how upset he was and said. "Michael, what's the matter." Michael couldn't utter a word, numerous thoughts were running through his head. What were the right words to say? What can I say to make it less of a shock? How do I tell her that he son died helping me? After all she had warned him plenty of times to protect Nate and keep him out of harms way.
By now Madeline was standing in front of her son with her hands on his upper arms ready to give him comfort. The words finally came out. "Nate's gone." She slowly lowered her arms in disbelief, tears starting to form. "Mom, Nate's dead." Madeline gasped for breathe after hearing those dreadful words.
As common when receiving very bad news, she shook her head no. Then she became very angry telling Michael. "No he isn't." Then she slapped Michael hard across the face. She was very shaken and started stomping her feet, like we all do when faced with a terrible situation that is out of our control.
She went towards him again to strike, but this time Michael grabbed both arms to help calm her down. She struggled with all her might finally breaking away with one arm to strike him. He ward off the blow and put his arms around her pulling her close to him and holding her tight against his body, trying the best to comfort her while dealing with the grief.
Madeline tried to put her hands on him to hold him but couldn't bear to do even that. The news was so great she could hardly stand but Michael held her tight not letting her fall to the ground.
TIME TO PICK UP FI FROM PRISON
Michael had returned from Atlantic City. He had been there tracking Anson down and his brother Nate had captured him, only to be shot just moments before Michael arrived to take custody. Nate died while Michael was at his side.
Michael was the one who broke the devastating news to his mother about her son's death. It was a tramatic event that had drained all of his energy.
The capture of Anson was necessary to release his girlfriend, Fi from prison. She had turned herself into the FBI to protect Michael. Anson had framed her for deaths she wasn't responsible for and she thought she had enough documentation to prove her innocence.
Anson's capture and death was enough for Fi to be released from prison. Her lawyer prepared the necessary paperwork and now it was time to pick her up. The team, Michael, Sam and Jesse, were waiting at the prison gates for her release.
"Took you long enough. I was being to think you didn't need me."
"Fi, I need more than ever." Michael told her. She didn't know about Nate's death.
"Micheal, what's wrong." She said, as Michael held her close to him, not letting go.
From Burn Notice Season 6 Episode 6 "Shock Wave"
NATE CAPTURES ANSON
Anson was making his way through the Tides Cafe talking on his cell phone. "Listen to me. You can have the cash if you bring the ids. Because something doesn't smell right." Apparently, he was making a change of plans that the person on the other end was arguing about.
Just then Nate came from a blind spot and slugged Anson in the face sending him flying across the floor along with his cell phone and eyeglasses. Nate took the gun that was tucked in back of Anson's pants and aimed it at him. "Hey, asshole. Michael Westen says hello. Get up." Anson slowly started moving trying desperately to come up with a plan to escape. Again Nate said. "Get up."
Nate led him outside the Cafe with the gun still aimed at him waiting for Michael to arrive with the CIA. He wasn't about to let him escape. He was finally doing something right that his brother could be proud of.
They literally had been tracking down Anson for years, ever since Michael landed in Miami after being "burned" by the CIA. They just didn't know who he was until recently. The capture of Anson would also mean the release of Michael girlfriend, Fi.
Sirens were blaring in the distance as Nate waited patiently. Help was arriving. "Enjoy the moment Fredo, but I know where too many bodies are buried. I'll be out in a week."
Nate told him to shut up, hoping that wouldn't happen. Then added. "Shut your mouth. I don't want to hear it."
Michael, Jesse and Agent Pearce exited a black SUV and started to walk towards the entrance. Jesse told Michael. "I'll call Fi's lawyer. Tell her she can start the paperwork."
Michael and the CIA team were quickly approaching Nate who still had the gun pointed at Anson. Anson had a smirk on his face waiting for the arrest.
"Mike, we got him, man." Jesse said as he saw Nate with Anson. Michael was smiling, which was rare, at the thought of it ending with a capture. "It is about time." Michael responded. Nate was proud and smiling at the site of his brother approaching.
Just then a shot rang out followed by another one. Jesse, Michael, and Pearce ducked briefly at the horrible sound. Nate closed his eyes from the sound of the first bullet and spattered blood hitting his face, then fell back after the second one. He had been shot. He was thrown against the wall and dust was dispersed from the other side of the wall. Using the wall, he braced himself and stood up straight opened his mouth then slowly started sinking to the ground, no longer being able to hold himself up.
Michael looked behind him to see where the shot came from while Pearce lowered herself to a kneeling position looking in a different direction, and Jesse was still ducking from the sound and looked at a third direction, none of them at Nate. The sound was ricocheting off the tall buildings around them.
Agent Pearce pointed her gun as she raised herself to a standing position at where she believed the shot came from. Jesse was the first to look towards Nate followed by Michael.
Michael could see his brother start falling to the ground. He was in shock. As Nate fell a large hold in the wall was exposed with a blood streak from Nate's shirt.
Michael started running to Nate's side yelling. "Nate." He yelled again. "Nate."
Nate was lying on his back trying to reach his back where he had been shot. Anson was lying dead near him.
Michael reached his brother and knelt down beside him and placed his hand on Nate's blood splattered cheek. Blood was rolling out of his mouth. "Nate, you're going to be alright." Nate nodded his head. "Okay?" Nate nodded again. "Look at me. You're okay." He grabbed Nate's hand and held it as he placed the other one along side his face. "You're okay. I'm going to get you help, alright?"
Nate was having a hard time breathing so Michael released Nate's hand and held Nate's head with both his hands. "I'm scared." He told Michael. "Come on. No, no, no." Michael told his brother as he lay dying with a tear rolling down his cheek, Nate took his final breathe. "No, no, no."
Michael shook his brother. "No." He shook his brother again. "No. Hay." He yelled even louder. "Hay. Nate." Michael gently shook him one more time to revive him, but Nate was gone. All Michael could do was stare at him in disbelief with such sadness continuing to yell his name hoping to bring him back.
Meanwhile, Jesse, Pearce and the other agents had their weapons drawn pointing at various locations on the nearby buildings looking for the sniper. Jesse yelled. "South side's clear."
"There's nothing over here." Pearce yelled.
Jesse looked in the direction of Nate, then took a step to the left to get a better view, dropped his arm carrying the gun to his side in disbelief at what he saw. He saw Michael kneeling beside his brother.
Agent Pearce had now also dropped her weapon and was slowly moving toward Michael's side, saddened at the scene in front of her.
They had their man, but it came with a cost, the lost of one of their own.
From Burn Notice Season 6 Episode 6 "Shock Wave"
Michael was on the trail of Anson in Atlantic City, on a stakeout in a motel room with Jesse and Agent Pearce with a team of CIA agents outside. Michael's brother had accompanied them but had jeopardized the operation twice and was ordered away from scene.
THE WAIT CONTINUES FOR ANSON
With Nate gone, Michael, Jesse and Pearce continued to monitor the situation waiting for Anson to pick up his travel package.
"When you're planning an operation to grab a target you want as much manpower on the ground as you can get. You want to make sure you've covered every approach, every escape route because no matter how much you plan there are always surprises."
Outside the motel room there was a landscaper and a couple working on a car engine that were scouting the area for Anson. Under the hood was a semi-automatic slightly covered by a towel. An agent was working on the phone system in the motel lobby.
A blonde woman entered the lobby and asked for room 104, the same room Anson was to pick up the travel package from.
The agent in the lobby sent a text message to Pearce about the blonde. After receiving the text she approached Jesse and Michael. "Alright, new deal. It's not just any hooker. She requested room 104. Anson sent a cutout."
"Blonde under the breezeway, get a mic on her." Michael ordered the team outside.
Sitting in front of a laptop, Jesse had a better idea. "I'll do you one better. This baby is going to be our own private cell tower. We'll get the location of where ever she's talking to."
The blonde was on a pay phone outside of the lobby. She was upset and aggravated. "No, no there's nobody. It's a crappy motel. Jesus, what do you want."
"I want you to keep your eyes open." It was Anson, the target. Michael and Jesse were elated.
"Hey, relax. What the hell is in this package that has you so..." The blonde continued.
"I don't pay you to ask questions. Just get me the damn bag by 5:00 o'clock. Make sure no one's watching. I have to get out of town." Then Anson hung up.
We've got him." Jesse said. "We got you, you little vest wearing son of a bitch."
"No, no, no. We don't have him yet. Southwest corner of Baltic and MLK. That's across town." Pearce said as she got up to gather her things before starting the chase to capture Anson.
"Drexel Hotel." Michael got up and gave orders to one of the teams on the operation. "Blue team, Anson Fullerton is at the Drexel Hotel. We have less than an hour to get there. Move."
AT THE DREXEL HOTEL
Michael, Jesse, Pearce and the CIA team arrived at the Drexel Hotel. "Left. Up ahead around the corner." Wearing bulletproof vests, they made their way through the corridors with Jesse giving directions to the room indicated on the tablet he was carrying that was tracking Anson's cell phone signal.
Standing at the corner before the last bend with his fist in the air signalling to stop, Michael told everyone. "Safety your weapons, but be prepared. I want Anson alive, not in a body bag." Michael opened his fist and gave the signal to move, turning the corner with their guns still drawn they continued to make their way stopping at room 208.
One agent stood across from the door equipped with a device to break it down as Michael stood to one side ready to give the signal. He checked to see if the door was unlocked, then shook his head, no on my signal, then counted one, two, three with his fingers. After the third finger was lowered, the agent bashed in the door. Michael was the first to enter, pistol drawn, only to find an empty room with two cell phones on the bed.
"Damn it. He was forwarding the calls." Jesse added. "Low tech, less traceable. Pretty smart way to bounce a call actually."
"Let's get tech in here, maybe..." Pearce suggested.
"No, we call him back. We'll get a hit off of his location before he picks up. Make it look like his cutout pocket dialed him."
"Mike, that's too risky." Jesse responded to Michael's suggestion.
"He said he had to leave by 5. There's no way we'll have time to get Langley involved."
Holding both cell phones he hit "redial" on one of them. Jesse stood holding the tablet and his steel clad pistol monitoring where the signal was coming from. Near Albany Ave. "We got it. We got it. He's near the airport."
Pearce thought the op was over. "That's 20 minutes away. That son of bitch is getting away again. There's no way we can get there in time."
"Maybe we don't have to." Michael dialed Nate on his phone.
Nate had his cell phone in his hand playing a slot machine killing time before his flight left. Nate recognized who was call and was hesitant to answer it after the scene they had in the motel room over the pizza. He finally answered it. "What."
By now Michael and the agents were in the hall making their way out of the hotel to track down Anson. "Nate, are you near the airport.?
"Yeah, how do you think the hell I'm going to get home, jackass?"
Michael, holding the tablet and examining Anson's location told Nate. "Anson's not here. He's at a cafe called Tides Cafe. Now he won't be there for long..."
This angered Nate. "So now you need me, huh?"
"Nate I will apologize later, but right now I'm just trying to get over there. He's probably going to be armed so I want you to get eyes him, but do not approach him. Do you understand me? Do not approach him."
"Mike, I got this."
From Burn Notice Season 6 Episode 6 "Shock Wave"
Everything was coming into place. Michael had CIA resources, he had Jesse and his brother, Nate, to help him. Sam was watching over his mom in the event Anson had someone pay her a visit. They were so close to capturing Anson so Fi, his girlfriend, would be released from prison, he could taste victory. But any bad move would send Anson further underground. Nothing could go wrong. Everything was at stake.
WAITING FOR ANSON IN AN ATLANTIC CITY MOTEL
"When the CIA plans the capture of a high valued target, no expense is spared. Directional microphones, fiber optic cameras, taser guns, all the toys come out."
Michael was in a motel room with Pearce and Jesse monitoring the situation outside, waiting for Anson to arrive for his travel package. Nate was outside securing the vehicles.
Michael was acting like a kid in a candy store, taking charge of the operation. He told Pearce she didn't know how spoiled she was. On previous ops, Michael didn't have the equipment and manpower that was assigned to this case.
Just as everything was getting in place, there was noise outside. As Pierce, Jesse and Michael examined the situation, Michael wanted to know what was the story with room 111. Since Michael rarely took time out for fun, Jesse sarcastically replied. "Um, this is kind of awkward Mike, that's what a party looks like."
Michael rolled his eyes, of course he knew what a party looked like, but he was worried that the cops would soon be involved. Some of the other guests were ready to call them because of the disturbance. If the cops showed up, it wasn't the type of welcome mat they wanted to lay out for Anson.
Pierce asked if they had enough money, they could pay the guests to leave. She had done that in Beirut with success. And it was fast and easy.
While they were still planning what to do, Nate walked up to the room and turned off the car stereo that was providing the music for the party. Jesse remarked. "Oh, hold on. We've got Nate Westen to the rescue."
Nate promptly asked whose room it was and Michael became alarmed. The owner of the car was disturbed that Nate had turned off the music. Nate apologized and went on to say that he needed all of their linens.
Michael arrived to see what Nate was up to. Nate continued. "Well, I'm the assistant manager. And, oh, this is Manny and unfortunately, and I don't want to alarm anyone, but we've had a massive bed bug infestation."
This promptly caused the motel guest to tell everyone at the party that they had to "roll" since the place had bed bugs, telling Nate that he wasn't paying for the room. Nate apologized again for the inconvenience.
As they were waking away, Nate told Michael. "There going to roll, yo. You're welcome." Michael wasn't pleased at all how Nate handled the situation. "What the hell was that?"
"You liked that? That's actually a true story. One time when I was on the strip and I had these..." Michael interrupted then went on to explain. "You drive. That's what you do, nothing else."
Nate begged to differ. "It worked." Michael explained why it was a bad idea. "Yeah, what if it worked too well? Do you want the entire motel to clear out? Anson would know something's wrong from down the block."
Then Nate apologized to Michael. He just never seemed to do anything that pleased his big brother. He had messed up again. He respected and admired him, Michael was his hero. All he ever wanted was to gain his approval.
WAITING FOR ANSON
"One of the hardest parts in any take down operation is waiting for the target to show. There's nothing to do but wait and watch knowing that even the smallest mistake can ruin everything."
Michael, Jesse, Pearce, and Nate were still in the motel room waiting for Anson. Michael was cleaning his weapon and Jesse was sitting behind his computer waiting for signs of Anson. Pearce was monitoring outside the motel room, when someone approached carrying what appeared like pizza boxes. Nate was checking out the available Adult movies on the TV screen.
"Michael, we have a visitor." Pearce told Michael. Michael wanted to know if it was Anson, and Peace told him it looked like a delivery guy.
"Sweet. Pizza's here." Nate got up off the bed to answer the door and pay for the pizzas. Michael and Jesse couldn't believe what was happening. "I hope you guys like Hawaiian Style. Oh, just do me a favor, let the guys know...dinner." Nate continued opening the motel room door.
Michael looked at Jesse and pointed to the rifles on the bed. Jesse quickly made his way to the bed and put the bedspread over them as Nate opened the door.
"How are you doing?"
Agent Pearce looked at Michael as if to say "what's happening?"
After paying for the pizzas, Nate walked to the small table at the back of the room. Michael yelled. "Damn it Nate. That's the second time you jeopardized this operation."
Nate looked shocked. "What? I just got pizza. I did something nice."
"Who orders four pizzas to a motel room? Why don't you just hang a sign on the door "sting in process"?"
"I really doubt..."
Agent Pearce looked down, slightly embarrassed for Nate.
"I can't keep cleaning up after you. Not on this one. You need to go. I mean it. Out the back now." Michael ordered.
"Fine." Nate said, then left out the back door.
Michael was so angry that he slammed the pizza boxes to the floor.
Jesse chimed in. "Look, Mike, I get it, but that was a little harsh man, I mean, he's your brother."
This operation was critical for Michael. "Fiona's life is on the line, Jess. I can't have Nate... There's no margin for error on this."
From Burn Notice Season 6 Episode 6 "Shock Wave"
Sam and Barry had barely managed to reach the house alive after trying to make their way to the outside garage to escape in Sam's car. The smoke bombs worked, but not well enough.
This was their second attempt at getting out of the situation they unexpectedly found themselves in. All they wanted to do was to retrieve some documents Barry was storing at one of this client's lake house. Now they were trapped inside the home with arms dealers that wanted them both dead.
TIME TO RE-EVALUATION AND MAKE A NEW PLAN
Inside the house still using his box for cover, Barry yelled as they both ran down the hall to find safety as bullets were entering the house through the windows. "I thought there would be a curtain. What happened to the curtain?"
"It doesn't matter if the bad guys are on this side of the curtain." Sam yelled as he held his hand by his head for protection.
"Garret's reinforcements showed up." The shooting had stopped and they looked outside. Barry could see the reinforcements that had arrived. They were laying out a red cord.
"That's not a jump rope is it?" Barry asked. "No that's a detcord." A detonation cord is a thin, flexible plastic tube filled with PETN (Pentaerythritol tetranitrate). With the PETN exploding at a rate of approximately 4
miles per second, any common length of detcord appears to explode
instantaneously. "Garret's going to make his own door. We won't even know where he's coming from."
"That's not good."
"Either is this." Sam ejected the empty shell from his rifle. "We're out of ammo."
Sam went to the refrigerator and removed a fresh can of beer, opened it and looked at Barry who had followed him and now was sitting on the counter.
"Okay good...another beer." Barry responded thinking Sam had another brilliant idea using a beer can. "That means you have a plan, right?" Nodding his head but looking skeptical. "What's this one for?"
"No, this is just a regular beer." He paused continuing to look at Barry. "It takes the sting off the fact that I'm going to die." Then raised the can to his lips and took a drink. After a long pause Sam added. "Gotta say most days it feels less immediate."
Sam grabbed a wrench, kneeled on the floor and started working under the stove.
Meanwhile, Hartley's men were on the move. Hartley told them. "Shirt the edge. We'll hit them in the back."
Sam finished then turned on the burners to the stove.
"Sam, how does the Lord's Prayer go?"
"Come on you heathen I've got a plan. It's just not a plan I like very much."
Barry jumped off the counter, wincing in pain, grabbed his box of documents and followed Sam out of the kitchen.
"This guy pays his gas bill, right?" Sam asked Barry as he reached the gas fireplace in the living room. "Why?" Barry asked as Sam hit the gasline with his wrench. "What are you... You are. You're going to blow up this house aren't you?"
"No technically, they're going to blow up the house. I'm just helping." Sam slapped Barry in the arm. "Come on. Go." "Ow" Barry proclaimed as Sam lead him away.
Still carrying his box of documents, Barry and Sam made their way back into the bathroom. They closed the door and overturned the porcelain pedestal bathtub.
"An explosion can kill you in four different ways. There's the shock way, the shrapnel, the fire, and the oxygen depletion. The best way to survive that deadly combination of factors is to run like hell. If running isn't an option your best bet is to create a small airtight space from the most flame retardant material you can find. When an explosion is headed your way it's hard to argue with an overturned porcelain bathtub."
They both got under it and lowered it to the floor to protect them when the house exploded. "If we live through this..." Sam said pointing his finger at Barry and shaking his head no indicating he didn't want anyone to know about this part of their ordeal.
"Not a word. I swear. Ever." Barry reassured him.
"The brisancy or shattering force of a natural gas explosion is no where near as powerful as C4 or RDX (T4). But just because the blast won't kill you doesn't mean you want to live through it without proper cover."
Hartley has strung the detcord in a square on the outside wall of the house in the back then wired it to a detonator. A couple of the men watched for Sam and Barry to escape. The others stood fairly close to the back wall out of the direct path of the upcoming explosion.
"Knock knock, Barry." Hartley announced then pushed the detonator button.
The combination of the explosion and the escaped gas inside the home caused the house to instantly explode killing Hartley and his men.
Sam and Barry held their heads as the house went up in flames. After it quieted down, they lifted the tub and got out from beneath it. "We made it." Barry said in utter disbelief and exuberant that they survived, he approached Sam to give him a hug of appreciation.
"Get away from me. You smell like bacon." Sam said as he pushed him away.
They made their way to where the hole was in the back of the house, then walked through it to freedom.
"Oh, man." Barry said at the sight of all the dead bodies and wreckage.
Sam reached down and picked up Hartley's gun. "Sorry Garret. I guess things got a little personal." Sam then put his arm around Barry's shoulder and told him "Let's go." As he lead his friend away from the gruesome scene.
From Burn Notice Season 6 Episode 6 "Shock Wave"
Barry and Sam were still at the lake house trying to make their escape with Barry's documents which could implicate Sam and Michael for tax evasion. By now Sam had really angered dangerous arms dealers who wanted them both dead and no doubt were calling in reinforcements to help.
WHEN ALL SEEMS LOST DON'T GIVE UP, PLAN!
Sam still had a plan up his sleeves. He was going to make homemade smoke bombs that would give them a window to make it from the house to the garage where Sam had left his car. He rapidly fried the bacon, collecting the grease in a glass container. Barry was eating the bacon and drinking from a fifth of gin as Sam continued to cook.
"Hey, go easy Barry."
"Hey, if you want me to run on this leg then I need to not feel it so much. Actually, I don't want to feel much about anything right now. It looks like a firing squad out there."
"They can't hit what they can't see. Trust me."
"Four thousand years ago, warriors disoriented their enemies by setting fire to bushels of straw soaked in grease and turning them into smoke bombs. Even though today's soldiers have traded burning crops for Hexachloroethane it doesn't mean those primitive methods aren't still effective."
Once the bacon was fried, Sam started assembling his homemade smoke bombs. Using scissors, he cut off the tops of beer cans, pouring the beer contents in glasses to consume later. Then filled the empty cans with bacon grease placing a square of aluminum foil over the top, then punched a small hole in the center. Taking pieces of paper towel he rolled them to create a wick then inserted it into the hole in the aluminum foil. He placed each prepared can in a container filled with ice cubes.
"Easy bub, cholesterol kills." As he continued to watch Barry consume the bacon.
"Yeah, so do trained killers. I don't know why they are waiting for backup. They should just come in here and kill us now." Barry said as he hobbled on one leg back into the kitchen.
"Well, don't tell them that. Okay, now look, these are smoke bombs. They will give us some kind of cover. It's like a curtain between us and Garret's shooters, but we're still going to need to haul ass. You ready?"
Still chewing on a piece of bacon after downing the fifth, Barry threw the remain portion of bacon on the counter and said. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Let's just do this." Then he grabbed one of the beer cans.
"Okay, whoa. This entire plan-- our lives-- depends on putting those directly in front of the guys with guns. Now, were you an all-county quarterback at Annalee
High?"
"I was Nathan Detroit in Guys and Dolls."
"Yeah." Sam said as he removed the beer can from Barry's grip.
Outside Hartley was instructing his men on their next plan of action. "On my signal we're going to approach the house from the right...." He was interrupted by a thrown smoke bomb beer can.
One of Hartley's men saw the smoking can hit and roll, then pointed at it and yelled "get down" as he fled then ordered "take cover".
After the incident with the igniting beer can setting off the ammunition in the SUV almost killing them and the backyard flood light injuring one of them, Hartley's men ran for cover. But Hartley remained behind examining the beer cans as they landed near his feet.
Hartley yelled at his men. "They're not bombs."
Barry clutched the box full of his papers as he fled the house following Sam and moving as quickly as he could on his wounded leg as they headed for the garage and possible safety.
One of Hartley's men scaled the cement wall to get a better shot at Sam and Barry, another one had a rifle pointed at them from behind it. Sam yelled. "Watch out Barry." As he tried to protect his friend.
Having only two shotgun shells left, Sam did his best to defend their location as Barry tried his best to run on his wounded leg.
Hartley stood amongst the smoke waiting for his opportunity to take them down. He raised his gun and ordered "shoot them" and his men followed suit.
Dodging bullets, Sam assessed the situation as Barry dropped his box of documents and determined their best bet was to quickly return to the safety of the house, abandoning the idea of reaching the car.
Sam yelled at Barry as he rushed to pick up the box. "Let's go. Get in there." Ordering him to return to the house, touching him on the back to urge him to quicken his step. Sam used his remaining bullet to defend them as they ran for their lives.
From Burn Notice Season 6 Episode 6 "Shock Wave"
It started quite simple that morning when Barry showed up at Madeline's with a bullet wound in his upper arm. Barry just needed someone to accompany him to one of his clients lake house to retrieve his books and documents which could implement his clients, including Sam and Michael, of tax evasion if the FBI where to get their hands on them.
Sam and Barry were pinned down in the lake house by arms dealers out to kill Barry. Sam had already tried to convince them that he was with the U. S. Marshal Service which didn't matter to them. They wanted Barry dead!
Now they had to protect themselves from invasion and make plans on how to get the arms dealers to leave or for them to get away.
PROTECTING THEIR BACKS
Sam went into action with the few minutes they had before the arms dealers returned after checking out Sam's story about help being on the way. "Barry, what kind of outside lighting does this house have?"
"The motion sensor in a backyard flood light works by measuring infrared heat. When a change is detected it triggers a charge into electrical leads that turn on the lights. With a little creative rewiring that same spark can transform a shotgun shell into a primitive motion activated zip gun."
Sam dismantled the backyard flood light and rigged it with two shotgun shells and reinstalled it. "There we go. Our little buddy to guard the back door."
"Hey that was interesting and neat you know, but I don't think your robot can protect us. Do you see all the guns that Garret brought?"
Sam in the meantime was rummaging through a lower cabinet. He found items used in preparing aquarium water then showed them to Barry. "Don't you worry. When that SUV comes back, we'll be ready."
PREPARING FOR BATTLE
In one of the bathrooms, Sam was busy making a homemade rocket launcher and Barry was looking outside for Hartley's return. He told Sam. "I can't die. I've never climbed Kilimanjaro. I've never seen "A Wire". I've never even had a four way. I never..."
Sam interrupted him. "I've never strangled a friend in cold blood before. But it's early." Barry looked at Sam to see if he was serious then turned his attention back on the outside. Hartley's SUV was returning. "It's back. The vehicle with all of the guns, the death mobile. Looks like they're getting organized." Barry informed Sam, who was still working on creating a form of weapon to use against Hartley.
Sam had exposed the inside of one of the bathroom walls and removed insulated tubing to use for his weapon. Then took the cap off from a jar, duct taped it to the tube and pierced a hole in the center of the cap.
"Get the mortar Barry, let's go." Sam told Barry. "Is calling that supposed to make me feel better? It's just a beer can with aquarium cleaner, and sugar..."
"I know what I'm doing. Does that make you feel better?" Barry looked at him questionably. Sam added. "Let's do it, Barry."
They made their way to the dining room. Hartley's men and SUV were in view by the entrance gate. "How long is it going to take you to get this "boomstick" thing ready?" Sam replied. "A minute." Barry opened a window which was in direct line of fire of Hartley's SUV. "A minute? I don't think we have a minute. Man they're coming."
Sam went to the intercom to try and reason with Hartley one more time and to give him a few more seconds to get ready. "Mr. Hartley, before you take another step I would like to talk terms." Sam put the filled beer can inside the tube.
"Good, there's no reason we can't be professionals about this." Hartley replied.
"I agree, so I offer you one last chance. If you forfeit your guns we'll drop the weapons charges, if you don't a federal prosecutor's going to step on your neck as hard as he can." Sam said as he shook an aerosol can then sprayed it in the hole of the tube's cap.
"Don't embarrass yourself Mr. Finley. We both know that you don't have backup on the way. Now that chubby little CPA in there is going to die. If you give him up there's no reason you have to. As I said this isn't personal."
"Yeah, well this isn't either." Sam had his make shift rocket launcher loaded and ready to fire. He told Barry. "Okay, give me a light."
Using a butane lighter Barry lite the cleaner at the end of the tube. This caused the beer can to eject out of the tube right into the open SUV igniting the guns and ammunition inside.
"Go, go. Back. Back." Hartley's men yelled. "The ammo! Get down now." Hartley ordered. The men fled for their lives, ducking and seeking shelter from the raging bullets as the fire caused the ammo to explode and exit the windows and side of the SUV.
"Man, I always thought of you as the second banana, but forget Mike. You're number one in my book." Barry exclaimed as Sam was counting the number of men outside.
"Barry, there were four guys. Where's the forth guy?" Just then there was a double bang at the back of the house. The flood light robot shot the forth guy as he was trying to enter the residence.
"And you made fun of my robot." Sam laughed.
The guy was wearing a bullet proof vest, but the robot was able to shoot him in the shoulder, drawing blood. Sam quickly made his way outside, but the guy had gotten up off the ground and was running for his life. Sam took a shot at him just before he disappeared around the corner.
Hot on Sam's heels Barry made it outside just to see the guy duck around the corner."Yeah! It hurts doesn't it?" Barry screamed after him.
Extremely excited, Barry told Sam. "We got one man, one down."
But Sam, the bearer of bad tidings said. "Yeah, now there's only three people trying to kill us."
TIME TO REGROUP AND TAKE COVER
After the gunfire had ended Hartley got back on the outside intercom. "That was brave Mr. Finley. Brave but not very smart. You just made it my job to kill you too."
"Well, Mr. Hartley, it's my job to avoid any further blood shed. So I'm warning you if you come any closer we will open fire. We are well armed and prepared to defend ourselves."
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but you're going to have to."
"That was good. Strong." Barry told Sam.
"Yeah, Thanks. I was also lying." Sam said as he ejected the last two remaining bullets from his rifle. "Take a good look. That's all we got amigo."
"What? Why didn't you bring more ammunition?" Barry asked.
"Because we were just here to pick up a box full of paper. Why didn't you take the damn FBI deal when they offered it?" Sam yelled back. Sadly Barry replied. "Obviously I regret that now."
"Okay, I don't hear any sirens. So he's calling for backup even as we speak. So we've got to get out of here before reinforcements show. How far away is the garage? Would you say sixty to seventy feet?"
"I don't know I don't live here. If we're going to make a bee line for it, we might as well do it now, right?"
"Says the one legged man." Sam said examining their options.
"Just saying they have a burning truck and a man with a hole in his arm. They're pretty well distracted."
"Well, distracted doesn't mean asleep." Sam informed Barry. "See Sylvester and Jean Claude out there? They're banged up, but they can still shoot. If we try to make a run for it without cover, we're going to get our asses shot off."
Sam snapped his fingers, he had an idea and left for the kitchen. "Hang on." Barry said as he tried to get off the floor still wincing in pain from his gunshot wound. "Come on bacon. Come on. Give me some bacon. Come on." Sam said as he was searching through the refrigerator.
"Hey, look. I hate to be a skeptic here, but how in the hell does breakfast meat supposed to help us get away?" Barry wanted to know.
"It's not the bacon, it's the grease. When I was with the teams they taught us any hydrocarbon polymer like animal fat...never mind. Breakfast meat is magic." Sam smiled. There might still be a way out.
From Burn Notice Season 6 Episode 6 "Shock Wave"
