Jonathan's view Friday Night:
He had a tinge of regret for putting Cameron in his place, but he needed time to get some distance before the FBI would be on his trail. Cameron would understand with time, but it was a hard thing to live with. "Kay will get him out and Winslow will keep him safe until then." It was then that MW had sat down next to him.
He handed her the map at the bar. "Time to earn your keep, Jonathan. Help me find our treasure, then you'll get the key to your freedom if you still want it." It was that phase, 'if I still want it?' Jonathan knew that this woman needed to be taken out. "Tell me your name." He had the beginnings of a plan forming in his mind, but he knew that he had to gain her trust. He needed to keep her off balance so that when the time was right, he would drop the hammer. "Let's go abroad for a while." He suggested. "They can't reach us there no matter how much they try." They both knew that Kay and Cameron would never give up on finding the pair. "Let's get out of here."
They left the bar after only a few minutes, MW not wanting to get caught on camera. Jonny was all too ready to get the deception of his life under way. But first he leaned in to her and kissed her deeply. Catching their breath MW smiled. Jonathan was hers at last. "Take that Sebastian!" MW's plan was going swimmingly.
She motioned Jonathan over to the waiting SUV. Her team was inside, and they put a hood over his head. "Just a precaution darling, I need to keep some secrets." They travelled what seemed like an hour, Jonathan playing his part. It was then felt the needle prick. "Not too much longer and we'll be home. Sleep well my lover."
It was cold when Jonathan came to, handcuffed to a bed – stripped of his clothes. Cameron had told him that she had done that to him as well. "Oh, I thought I was going to be special or is this just for the Black Brothers." He watched as MW stoked the fire in the room. "You've got to earn my trust Jonathan. After the whole bit in the Archive, you're on a short lease.
"Now for the map." She took it and placed it on the table close to Jonathan's bed. "It's a copy?" Jonathan quizzed. MW nodded, "When I see progress, you'll have access to the real thing." She tossed a folder on the bed. "This is all of my research on the men in the photo, how much each had Alistair hide.". Jonathan's mind began to race like a hamster in a wheel. He took the file from her hands, MW lingering for just a moment to long for Jonathan's comfort. But if he had learned anything in prison – don't show discomfort.
Jonathan began to pull out and sort the research. "Its kind of hard to sort through this with my hands tied." She thought a moment then unlocked one of the hand cuffs. "Steps my dear Jonathan. I think I have everything you need – I just can't see the pattern." She let him think on that as she walked out the door.