Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

vibrating over the phone as he asked where they wanted to meet.
    When Henninger arrived at the diner, Zane was eating as Ty drank a glass of juice. They sat on the same side of the table, Zane somewhat sprawled in the booth, Ty sitting up straight and slightly stiff. Henninger blinked at them, noticing the outward changes; Zane's scruff set off by Ty's more polished, professional look. For the first time, it was easy to see the former Marine in the FBI agent.
    "Guys, it's great to see you,” Henninger said quietly as he slid into the booth across the table from them, looking at them in mild confusion. He leaned closer, looking at them both oddly. “But why are you back?” he asked with a frown.
    Ty gave Zane a glance and then looked back at Henninger seriously. “They wanted someone who could fly under the Bureau radar, as it were. And the ... the general feeling was that the killer ... missed us,” he answered hesitantly.
    Henninger's dark eyes lit up with amusement, and he smiled and nodded as he laughed softly. The smile gave him an entirely different look, one that Ty probably would have found appealing in other circumstances. “It would appear that he did,” Henninger said with some amusement as the waitress sauntered over to take his order. “So, you're here to draw him out?” he went on after he ordered. “If you're under the radar, how do you plan to make yourself known to him?"
    Ty just frowned. That wasn't exactly why they were here, but it made a certain kind of sense when put that way. If the killer had gone silent because they had abandoned the case, then it stood to reason that their mere presence would kick him back into doing something stupid. That also meant that their mere presence might cost someone else their life.
    Zane pushed a bite of waffle around on the plate in front of him. “That's not exactly the plan,” he murmured half to himself.
    "But you hope to catch the killer's attention?” Henninger asked as he watched Zane's fork distractedly.
    "We don't want his attention,” Zane answered carefully. “We want him. Tell us about the cases. We've both been out of the loop."
    "Have you?” Henninger responded with wide eyes, looking back and forth at them. “So you don't know anything about the last two murders?” he asked, his brow creasing.
    Ty shook his head in answer, lips pressed tightly together.
    "They didn't even tell you about the other agents?” Henninger asked them in disbelief.
    Zane shook his head. “Just the basics,” he said tightly.
    Henninger looked between them, clearly surprised. Ty stared back at him, not appearing at all fazed.
    "The murders when he resurfaced, medical examiner Karen Bryce and her assistant, Mina Holmes,” Henninger told them regretfully. “They found the two of them in the morgue, locked inside. Looked like a nasty, bloody fight. Karen's throat was cut, and Mina had been strangled."
    Zane cursed quietly and looked away, fighting back the desire to throw something.
    Henninger frowned. “How do they expect us to make progress on finding this guy if we keep starting over? I mean, you got pulled right in the middle of things. You hadn't been killed yet; you were ahead of the curve,” he pointed out wryly. His eyes shifted back and forth between the two, still puzzling over the changes in them.
    "That knock on my head was a bit worse than we thought at first,” Ty answered shortly. “I wasn't making much sense there at the end."
    Henninger watched him silently for a moment, frowning and pursing his lips. Finally, he seemed to accept that and sat back.
    Zane pushed his plate away, unable to eat any more after the news about Karen. “The Bureau has pretty much accepted that he's one of us now, right? Has anyone done anything about security in the offices?"
    "Aside from more locked doors in the building and lengthier pass codes? Not really,” Henninger answered with a shake of his head. “They don't want to spook him."
    "Jesus fucking Christ,” Zane spit out under his breath, sitting back with a thump and crossing his arms.
    Henninger boggled at them. “What'd you two do? Switch brains?"
    Ty sat silently and glared at the kid, remembering why he might have disliked him. Zane's glare matched Ty's, and Henninger shrank back a little. “Sorry,” he muttered.
    "This is what's going to happen,” Zane bit off after a little more glaring. “You're going to get us all the case files—the originals, not copies—and the personnel files we