"Where's Fiona?" Michael demands. When Strickler puts him off with a gesture, Michael pushes over a row of fancy display cases and screams, "You tell me where Fiona is now!" Way to finesse him, Michael. Strickler finishes his call and says, "Now how would I know that?" Michael tells Strickler what just happened, particularly the part where O'Neill had clearly made a deal to leave him alive. "I thought of you." Strickler sarcastically congratulates him for following that trail of clues. "No point in denying it, you would have figured it out eventually." Michael says Strickler sent Fi to her death. "I sent her home, like she wanted," Strickler insists. "What happens after she gets there, well, she's a big girl." By what possible measure? He says he did this as clean as he could, and calls himself Michael's "goddamn white knight." Michael makes a move toward Strickler, and Strickler draws a gun on him, telling him to get back. "I'm getting a little sick of your ingratitude! I'm the one trying to help you out!" Moving to block the door, he says, "You wanted Back In? Well guess what? A gun-dealing, bomb-making girlfriend wasn't helping your case. She had to go. And it was clear you were too attached to do what needed to be done, so like a good partner I did it for you." Okay, that's just stupid. Leaving aside that fact that Strickler had to know Michael wouldn't take this well, why alienate him by turning Fi over to the bad guys when she was within days of leaving the country anyway? As if Michael weren't already harboring serious doubts about working with Strickler as a result of his greed and amorality, he now learns that his agent is a moron as well. Strickler locks the door, and tells Michael that he's not leaving for an hour, which will be enough time for the cargo company Strickler hired to have "Miss Glennanne and her fan club in international waters," out of Michael's reach. "I'll be the bad guy, you're welcome." Michael again asks where she is, and tells Strickler to get out of the way. "You don't get to have the girl and the job!" Strickler yells. "She doesn't fit into your future. Our future. So why don't you do yourself a favor and just forget the past?" And with that Strickler's transformation to the Yoko Ono of Burn Notice is complete. Michael has adopted a posture of frustration during this rant, turning partly to one side with his hands on his hips. But now he looks up at Strickler and hisses, "Fiona is not my past." And from where it must have been in his back waistband all along, he whips out a gun and shoots Strickler once in the gut and once in the heart. Strickler's dead before he hits the ground. Michael grabs the dead man's cell phone. Well, the bright side is that now Michael doesn't have to pay him his ten percent commissions any more, and can continue keeping all the nothing he earns on his jobs to himself.