Chapter 2
It took three days, but Eames finally got a call back from vice. "He's deep under," the woman said.
"I know that," Alex replied. "Did you get the message through?"
"I told him. He said Logan's compromised."
"Shit," Alex said.
"And Eames?"
"Yeah?"
"I think Goren broke his hand."
Alex's face betrayed her concern. "Thanks, Ellie. I owe you."
"He asked for ATF, too."
Alarms went off in Alex's head. This was getting huge.
"Got it. Thanks, Ellie."
"Take care, Eames."
Bobby had gotten himself a splint from the corner drugstore. It wasn't enough to properly treat his hand, but it was the best he could do. His cover story wouldn't mesh with a hospital visit, not unless he was out cold and had no say in it. He would have to hope the splint was enough, or that the others would bring in a doctor for him.
He held his hand close to his chest, keeping it elevated as he walked. He knocked on the apartment door and waited until it swung open.
"Oscar, how's the hand?" Devin asked.
"Probably busted," he said.
"You see a doctor?"
Bobby glared at him. It was his persona.
"Oh. Well, you okay if a doctor comes to see you?"
"You know one?"
"Well, Gil has a guy comes around whenever anything bad goes down. Maybe he can ask him."
"I don't want to owe Gil for nothing."
"I'll make sure it doesn't come across like that," Devin said.
Bobby nodded, and Devin pulled out his cell. Bobby sat down in the chair in the corner to wait for the others while Devin jabbered and tried to get the doctor to come around.
He was on edge, every nerve on full alert, all of his senses firing at once. It was the only way to be in this crowd. The bell rang and Devin let in two more of the cadre.
Bobby greeted them with a quiet nod and a grunt, and watched them as they sat on the worn couch and traded quiet observations about some of the others in the group.
He leaned his head back and held his splinted arm up in the air. His eyes looked closed, but they were open enough to take in every motion in the room.
Mike Logan wasn't pleased with the events of the past few days. Ever since they'd replaced his tooth in his mouth, he was getting very little from his contacts. He worried that they had discovered his true identity. Still, he'd heard nothing more from the Captain, and if Major Case knew he was made, they would get him out fast.
His swelling had gone down, and now he just had bruising and pain to deal with. He wondered how Bobby had fared. He hadn't seen him since the fight. Mike pulled on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door.
The phone started to ring, but he was already gone.
"He's not answering," Eames told the Captain. She hung up. "We've got to get him out of there."
"I'll put in some calls, maybe we can send in someone to yank them both back out."
Alex looked worried. "Any word from ATF?"
"Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms are sending two of theirs over ASAP. That was the word at 3 o'clock this afternoon. Now you know as much as I do."
She frowned even further.
"Eames, just… keep trying Logan. Maybe he's just napping or something, and we'll catch him before he sticks his neck out."
She nodded and walked out of his office. Ross picked up the phone.
The final guest had arrived. Bobby leaned forward in the chair and watched as the men inspected some of the firearms from the trunk the men had wheeled in. With his arm trussed up, he couldn't manipulate the weapons himself, but he watched the others carefully.
"Hold on," Goren said. "Take that cartridge out again," he said to one of the men on the couch.
The man removed it and showed the empty weapon to Bobby. "Serial number, it's scratched out. Looks like a kid did it. These can be traced, no trouble at all," he said.
The salesmen did not look happy. They inspected the gun themselves and saw he was right. "That's only this one. The others are fine," they said.
Goren glared at them. "They're not quality," he said. "Powers won't want them."
The men got into a heated discussion, which Devin interrupted. "Oscar," he said quietly.
Bobby got to his feet and followed him into the kitchen.
"He needs to x-ray it, so you'll have to go to his office."
Bobby glanced back at the living room and nodded. Devin handed him the address and sent him out the back door.
Five minutes later, Mike Logan showed up.