Hardison watched, unable to help, from where he was tied to the chair, as two dozen trained operatives attacked Eliot.

He couldn't believe they were naive enough to think that two dozen would be enough.

"Glad you're okay," Eliot grumbled when he finally, bloody and bruised, came to untie Hardison; Hardison just pretended to be all innocence as he planned several contingency methods for getting Eliot a head and chest CT without Eliot complaining.