Michael goes over to Fi's and asks her if she knows anything about the gun. She directs him to an arms dealer she knows named Pano. "This better not be a favor for Vaughn," she warns. He hastily says it's a favor for the FBI, which she doesn't seem all that much happier about.

Down at the docks, Sam and Michael impersonate cops to bust into Pano's shop, where he and another guy apparently work on classic cars as well as customized assault weaponry. They start asking about he gun, but have to shoot up some a car or two before Pano gives up the name Cole and gives them the location of a dead drop. And then they lock them in a trunk with a bag of chicken, because they're thoughtful like that.

Fi answers her front door, and outside is not Michael but Vaughn -- acting all friendly, with a take-out lunch and an invitation to talk -- about Jesse. Ooh, diabolical.

Sam has traced their shooter to a slightly storm-damaged apartment complex, but according to the landlady, the guy they're looking for evacuated before the storm. Michael goes in to check it out while Sam stands guard outside, noting that since the storm has played havoc with the cell phone towers, he'll just toot the horn to sound the alarm. Inside the apartment, Michael VOs about how cheap furnished apartments can be handy for traveling criminals, but if you want security you have to make your own. Which in this case is a bomb booby-trap in the bedroom, with a tripwire attached to the door and a directional charge.

After opening the door just a crack, Michael carefully takes hold of the tripwire and starts slowly working toward the claymore. He's still in this delicate position when Jon Seda as "Cole -- Professional Killer" steps out of the closet. "This is awkward," Michael understates. Cole asks for Michael's gun, and Michael carefully tosses it over without letting the line go slack, because that would blow him up and all. "So you're Matt Reese, huh?" Cole figures the Turks brought in another hitman and he's being Grosse Pointe Blanked on this deal, and Michael's only too happy to step into the ready-made cover: "Turks love me, ladies love me, Matt Reese," he recites. Cole gives Michael props for not already being dead, but when he raises Michael's own gun to shoot him with it, Michael -- who has been making use of this bantering time to glance around the room at the maps with cell phone overage areas circled -- raises a hand and says Cole will need his help to find Bailey, because the cell phone towers aren't going to cut it in time. Michael says he knows what Bailey's driving, but almost loses him by claiming to have a source in the FBI. Cole's about to shoot Michael until he displays his knowledge of the earlier ambush. "Damn, son, you're for real," Cole says. "I am Matt Reese," Michael shrugs modestly. Cole agrees to a conditional partnership, but reminds Michael, "I'm the one with the gun."