<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/47b4/h56pyjroi4174e56g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Sebastian Erdmann<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Special Agent - F.A.I.</span></span></strong></span></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Damn. It's as bad as I thought. She doesn't have the video. She had access to it, through a link sent to her on her phone and ... No. No this is much <strong><em>worse</em></strong> than I thought!<br/><br/>"You did <em><strong>WHAT?!"</strong></em>" Not good!! Not not good!!. <br/><br/>I collapsed to the floor, back resting against the beat up old desk. Some 'woman' has access to the phone .. the video. It's over. I'm as good as dead. <br/><br/>"You've just killed me."<br/><br/>Everything slowly started crashing down on me. This woman by now, knows what I've done. It'll get back to the Fat Man .. and the Fat Man will send the PCC after me.<br/><br/><strong><em>"FUUCK!"</em></strong> I yelled in pure rage, whilst repeatedly hitting the front of the desk backhanded.<br/><br/>At some point in my panicked, rage filled tantrum, my arm caught the wires, causing the control unit to crash to the floor.<br/><br/>*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Everything ok in there boss?" Davis asks from the other side of the door.<br/><br/>No everything is not ok, you fucking dolt!<br/><br/>"Destroy everything Davis! We're leaving in 10!," I shouted back, my urgency clear.<br/><br/>There was no time to think, only act. I had no plan. If there had just been copies to retrieve, that would have been one thing, but this ... A jail cell was looking good by comparison about now. I stood back up, and put the battery back into my phone. First things first, was to send out a text to du Monde. Why, at this point? I hadn't thought that far ahead. The problem was, when the phone came back to life, I saw I already had a text .. from her! Be careful? Hell hath no fury? Is she ...? Fuck! Don't panic! You can use this. First a quick text back to her.<br/><br/>#Relax. You know nothing of interrogation techniques<br/>#She's agreed to sign.<br/>#On our way to you shortly<br/><strong>SEND</strong><br/><br/>She's fucking watching me. That, or one of my team has betrayed me. Or both. I've made too many enemies, likely including present company. This may not change her opinion of me, or compel her to try and help save my life, but I started signing her papers. I can't trust that the room isn't bugged, given the text from Queen Bitch, but I've got to get a message to Jaclyn. Things are moving fast, and I faster. I undid her ankle restraints are, then moved in close, to unclip the alligator clamps from her piercings, and helped her up. Keeping my head lowered, and speaking very quietly I say:<br/><br/><em>"Listen close. The PCC is going to be after me, if they aren't already..."</em> I pause to wrap my coat around her, over her shoulders and around her bare tits, but keep her from feed her arms through the sleeves. It overtly looks like it's for decency, but really it's all a ruse. Reaching inside the coat, I pull one arm behind her back and cuff it. I pull her other <br/>arm behind her, but rather than cuffing that one, I simply cuff open air. To drive the point home of what I was doing, I grabbed both wrists and held them together for a moment. All this was of course concealed by the coat wrapped around her. I could almost sense time was running out on me. I tucked both sets of paperwork into my briefcase, then quietly continued.<br/><br/><em>"Get these to O'Grady, he'll know what to do with them."</em><br/><br/>If I had half a mind, I'd just return her to du Monde. She at least might be able to keep me safe. *sigh* Fuck that. If I'm going down, she and the Fat Man are coming with me. Time to move.<br/><br/><strong><em>"COMING OUT!"</em></strong> I shouted.<br/><br/>I lightly grabbed her shoulder and started moving her forward. Just before opening the door I say:<br/><br/><em>"When one door closes, another one opens. Drive like hell when it does."</em><br/><br/>I briefly reach around her to open the door, (the briefcase being in my other hand), and immediately start barking orders.<br/><br/>"<strong>Davis, Larson, O'Rourke</strong> .. sanitize this room! We got what we came for, now <strong>MOVE!!</strong> Double time!! Let's go!!"<br/><br/>They move towards the room, and I quickly move Jaclyn to the van and 'load' her in. I verify that the keys are still in the ignition, set the briefcase on the passenger seat, and exit the van. Before sliding the door shut though, I turn to her and say.<br/><br/>"You're in a police van, stop .. for .. nothing. Go," I said, through gritted teeth.<br/><br/>I slid the side van door shut, and hit the button on the remote to open the overhead door. Now. Which one of these fuckers betrayed me? Any of them? All? As soon as that van starts moving, we're going to find out.</span>