In the height of the madness that grips the country, resources become stretched thin. Emergency services far exceed their limitations while bodies and blood flood the streets.

Damien is ecstatic to see his plans come around full circle. However, the person who oversees it all isn't pleased and makes his displeasure known.

"What in the blue hell are you doing out there? I didn't bring you aboard to let you act like a savage wild dog. Get this back under control before I have you taken out myself." The Angel King scolds his protégé.

"This is exactly what we need to draw out what remains of the resistance. For Christ's sake, Preach nearly took us out. I want his head for it! Come on now. My king look around. No one suspects you because of the position you hold. You're our king for a reason." Damien explains, trying to gain control.

"Yeah, and now they're talking about upping security and possibly evacuating parts of D.C. You know I need you to carry out phase three to usher in a new era for America."

"Don't forget your promise! I get this done, and I get my company back and a hefty position within your administration!" Damien barks his demands.

The Angel King doesn't waste time to answer but reminds him of what he needs to do.

"Just do your job and show these agents on your ass why you're the one man they shouldn't fuck with in the first place. Also, there are Interpol agents in the country. Some are looking for a missing DEA agent while one guards the kid your men failed to kill. Send them all a message through Greg and get moving!"

Damien doesn't waste time loading up a van with his best fighters. He races against time that has James and Josh in play already with a plan. Owen and his men are in the air for Tampa. Justin's driving straight through, only stopping long enough to refuel.

Atlanta is about to become the next hot zone. Both teams compete to reach the city first with their hearts racing, unaware of what waits around the corner.

Aware of the situation in the two major cities, Greg rushes to prepare for an all-out retaliation. Greg is aware that things are about to shift to a wild brawl knowing someone will arrive angry to exact revenge.

Doing his best running inside, he snags up their getaway bags along with a suitcase of money stashed away in a closet. It's his best way to escape the situation so they can make a clean break anywhere in Mexico.

"Amanda, we have to get out of here now!" Greg hollers from the family room downstairs but hears no movement from upstairs.

Greg gulps and reaches into his getaway bag, pulling out a chrome snub nose thirty-eight caliber revolver with the hammer cocked back and slowly creeps up the steps. He keeps his guard up as his nerves begin to unravel.

"Amanda, sweetie, are you still in bed?" Using the gun, Greg nudges the door to the hallway open and slowly emerges from the steps to check each room to find out that the house is empty.

Not wasting time, he picks up the house phone calling Amanda's cell phone to have it sent straight to voicemail.

"Hi, it's Amanda. Leave a message, bye" hearing the beep, Greg leaves a desperate message.

"Honey, it's me, listen run, I'll meet you later at our checkpoint just drop everything and go now please, I love you. I'm sorry. Bye."

Back down downstairs, Greg nearly trips over his own feet, trying to hurry. After he tosses the bags into Amanda's car, he hears the rumble of the loose gravel along the road under the weight of approaching tires. Greg looks up and knows his time is up when two large SUVs speed down the road.

Fear sets in as Greg pulls the gun from his belt, firing off every shot. He tosses the snub nose to the side and runs back inside. Scurrying up the steps into his bedroom closet, Greg pulls out an old-World War II bolt action rifle along with an M16 and the backup an AK-47 taking them to the living room to bust out the window as he opens fire on the SUVs.

He keeps them at bay; Greg fires off round after round when he sees them trying to advance into the house.

"You ass clowns want me; then you'll have to take me out!" He yells once the bolt action rifle runs out of ammo.

A crazy fueled fear settles in deep, Greg unloads the M16 into the first SUV.

"We got to do something, or else it'll be our heads when Damien gets here." One of the assailants screams, taking cover behind the SUV.

"I have an idea everyone needs to follow me!" Another guard yells, crouching low to the other SUV. He starts it up and backs away until he gets the angle they need to jog behind it to take cover from the bullets.

Greg grabs the AK-47 making a bold rush to the SUV charging behind it, and shoots every hitman as they're caught by surprise.

"I told you I wasn't going easy. Die motherfuckers, die!" He cries out.

Greg kneels to one of the guards on the ground holding his stomach wound to deliver a message.

"Next is your boss once he comes. I'm ready for Damien when he shows his ugly mug. So, consider yourself a message."

Greg takes the guard's handgun from his side with a couple of steps back, firing a single shot between the eyes as he ends the man's suffering and splatters blood on his face.

He takes an hour to load up, prepared for a fight. Greg readies both his and the guards' weapons by both front windows leaving the bolt action as a last resort by the front door. He knows anything can happen.

Damien and his clean-up crew see the carnage that took place earlier as he drives by the house from the main road.

"He does have the balls to fight. I'm impressed, boyo." Damien stops along the gravel road to make a call for his backup.

"Hey, I need you; bring the bargaining chip." He's forced to wait for a response before he hangs up the phone, waiting patiently.

Taken by surprise Greg sees Amanda's van drive up to the house. It draws his attention when he listens as Amanda gets out with a horrified look on her face.

Not thinking twice about it, Greg leaves the safety of his vantage point to comfort.

"Amanda, where have you been? I've been calling like a mad man." He questions her, shaking her back into reality.

"Uh, yeah, I was at a friend's house visiting. You were busy watching the news that I wanted to get some alone time." She's able to rattle out with her eyes growing wider when she notices a lifeless foot at the corner of the other SUV.

"C'mon, go inside. I'll get the escape plan ready and move our stuff from the car to the van. We have to go before Damien shows his ugly face."

With his back to Amanda, while he opens the rear hatch, Greg isn't aware that Amanda pulls out a stun gun. She firmly plants it directly into the small of Greg's back, lighting him up.

She sends a text to Damien, who drives down to see Greg helpless. He stops inches from Greg's body, smiling ear to ear, then embraces Amanda as they exchange a prolonged kiss.

Amanda lies down next to Greg to look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, honey pie, but I'm like you. I don't want to die! Damien promised to take it easy on me if I handed you over to him." Standing back up, she kicks Greg over and over in the gut taking out her frustration.

By the shirt, Damien hoists up his victim Greg is dragged into the garage and hit by the stun gun a couple of times. Damien's men have Greg positioned into an aluminum lawn chair taped down by the legs and wrists with a strip of tape covering his mouth.

Damien, a bald stalky man with a dirty blond goatee, walks up, then grips his hand under Greg's jaw, and moves his head to help him regain his focus before he hauls off with a backhanded slap. His knuckles blast against Greg's eye, causing him to scream with a muffled sound under the tape.

"Don't worry. It won't take long once we get started. I promise you that much." He gives Greg a ginger tap on the cheek.

Damien looks around at items to use for torture and comes across an idea when he notices some tools.

"Oh, yes, this is going to be fun." Damien forms a wicked smile along his cheeks.

Greg begs for mercy and shakes his head no at a quick pace fearing the worse. He rocks his chair almost to the point of tipping over.

Standing beside the man in charge, Amanda understands what's about to go down and walks away. By the time she walks back, she is shocked at how fast he's moved things into position by having part of a plastic pool placed under Greg's chair. Damien looks over when he realizes that Amanda's returned.

"Just need two more things, your car battery and a set of jumper cables. Mind getting those for me, lovey?" Damien demands in a hateful tone at Amanda.

"You'll have to get the battery. I'm not strong enough." She takes out her keys to open the back and gets the jumper cables.

Damien walks over, opening the hood after he finishes slow pouring some water that sends shivers down Greg's spine. He finds the wrench needed to remove the battery sitting on a bucket near the kiddie pool.

Damien tortures Greg when he slashes into the thick orange wires and drops the positive jumper cable end into the water, which sends his body into compulsions.

"Yeah, this is your second major fuck up. Now my identity has been compromised. You're a stupid idiot. You said you trusted these guys!" Damien yells, connecting the severed end into the water again as Greg's screams under the duct tape.

Amanda watches her husband take the abuse until she can't handle it anymore. She offers an alternative solution trying to save his life.

"Hey, c'mon over here for a moment, let him get his senses back, then finish him off slowly."

Damien listens to her request thinking it over, then grips the cord in his hand.

"Yeah, I got something for my side, girl."

He drops the cable to turn around, watching Amanda walk towards the van.

She climbs into the back, followed by Damien. On the rear bench seat, she drops it back and strips, and begins to cry.

"If I do this, please let him go. I love him, and I don't want you to kill him. Please, Damien, have mercy on him." She begs while pulling off her bra and panties.

"Just get into position and shut up!" He groans at the sight of Amanda's naked body.

He crawls over her body using the middle seat buckle to strap her down while inhaling the scent of her perfume. He makes an occasion kiss connect as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his dick out to insert it into her unwilling body. Damien doesn't waste time as he pounds Amanda's body harshly.

She closes her eyes loathing herself.

Amanda begins to fight back when she can't take it anymore.

"I can't stop; please stop! I can't do this. I'm sorry, but I can't..."

Using her nails, she digs them in deep into Damien's back to draw blood. After that, she begins slapping him, trying to break free. She reaches out to bite his face, but Damien slams his forehead into the middle of her face breaking her nose as blood pours like water leaving Amanda dazed and senseless.

She's silenced more when Damien slaps his hand over her mouth to continue his sexual assault as he grunts, nearing his climax.

Subsequently, he's finished with her body, but before he slides out of the van, he ties her hands down with the seatbelt, then looks at his men and smiles.

"Who wants some freebies? She's in their stark-naked boys, enjoy!"

One by one, they rush into the van as they repeatedly ravage Amanda's body. When they're all satisfied, they leave her still strapped in the van, beaten and barely conscious.

Greg's head spins, suffering from the effects of near electrocution. When he hears Amanda scream from the van for several minutes, it feels like hours until the screaming ends.

Greg struggles to fight to get free, scooting the chair with the pool, wanting to know what's happened to her. Especially when Damien returns, wiping his hands.

"Now that was fun and worth it! How I loved that tramp, what a shame it came to this." He mentions pinching Greg's cheek while licking his lips.

That sends Greg over the edge when he sees red, fearing the worst.

"Fight all you want. It's futile; now it's time to leave your new 'friends' a message." A wild look beams from Damien's eyes before he disappears for a minute to return with the box cutter with a canister of table salt.

"Now, let's dance, fool because this is your final song," Damien says.

Greg bows his head prepared to meet his maker.

Before he even gets started with Greg. Damien sets the new torture tools down to walk over to pick up a gas canister leaving the garage. Tears begin to fall straight out of Greg's eyes when the final scream bellows as the flames engulf the vehicle.

Damien returns to the garage, "your turn now; your wife paid her dues because I won't leave witnesses." He admits to Greg picking up the box cutter to carve into Greg's forearms.

Greg screams in agony, but that's not the last time he tries to screw beyond the tape. The burning sensation intensifies when he feels the salt poured into the slashes.

"Yeah, scream, you little bitch scream!" Damien yells in his face.

Before the final blow can be dealt, the GTO flies up the gravel road. Justin slings dust and gravel everywhere to give himself a bit of cover.

He darts from the car and delivers severe blows to Damien's men. With his handgun pulled, Justin waits for the dust to begin to settle before he pulls the trigger to kill Amanda's attackers.

"Get your ass out here! You son of a bitch, you nearly got me killed! I'm going to beat your ass!" Justin calls, pointing his gun at Damien.

"How did you find this place?"

"Amanda got ahold of me. She filled me in and gave me the address and directions. What you did in Detroit, Chicago, and Baltimore is beyond despicable. You're about to meet the devil, you demon!" Justin threatens him but hesitates to pull the trigger.

Damien swings behind Greg to duck for cover.

"Drop the gun and fight me like a man. Come on, let's do it Cajun style with fists, you pansy."

Justin drops the gun, charging Damien. At first, Justin has the upper hand using powerful strikes, but it doesn't matter after Damien grabs and spits blood in Justin's face.

"My turn, you chubby bastard! It's time to open a can of whoop-ass on you."

Justin is taken down with a sidekick to his ribs, cracking a couple from the impact. All Justin can do is cover his ribs, but it doesn't matter as Damien beats on Justin's face. Both his eyes are struck with a hard elbow.

"You can't beat me!" Damien cackles with another stiff blow in the form of a roundhouse kick to Justin's temple.

Knocked out cold, Justin is helpless, but with the rumble of another vehicle tosses gravel around like crazy. Damien dashes for the van and takes off. Josh and James see the van speed towards them.

"WATCH OUT!" James screams as Josh swerves.

"I see the GTO! Get down there and see where Justin is. I'm going to chase this sum bitch down!"

"No! We need to stick together. Getting split up last time is what caused Kyle to get hurt, and we still have nothing on Alex." James reminds him as he points to the burning minivan.

Josh ignores the van to pull up near the garage. They see Greg still bound to his chair, and Justin laid out on the ground.

"Justin!" James screams rushing over to him.

While James checks on them, Josh calls for help. After he gives them the address, the stench of burnt flesh becomes noticeable.

Josh goes over to Greg to try to get any information he can before his suspect loses consciousness.

"Greg...Greg, come on now, focus on my voice," Josh tells him, removing the tape. "What happened?"

Slowly he begins to mutter some answers that Josh has been searching for since taking on the case.

"Wife...Raped...In van but go to Baton Rouge, operations are there. He killed my old lady. Please, avenge her for me." He's barely able to muster up the strength to say.

"Who's Angel King? Do you know?" Josh questions shaking Greg violently.

"Klift..." That's all Greg can speak before he passes out.

Josh checks his pulse and breathing.

"He's barely hanging on."

"Dude, did he say his old lady was in that van?" James asks in horror, with the van nearly burnt down to the frame.

They both cover their mouths in shock as the sounds of sirens gradually grow. The first responders arrive, and firefighters drench the van. EMT's load up Greg and Justin to be rushed to the emergency room.

The police get reports from Josh and Justin. They have a description of the black van that sped away. Authorities have their hand's full tagging bodies to process everything that's occurred.

"Thanks, agents, that'll be enough, but it looks like one hell of a battle was waged here." An officer mentions seeing all the shell casings scattered about the property.

Loaded up in the SUV, Josh and James follow the ambulance to Atlanta General Hospital, where they wait on word about their second fallen friend along with Josh's suspect.