(20 hours missing)
Jack's head shot up when he heard the sound of the office phone ring. It took only a matter of seconds before the whole team was positioned around the table.
With a shaky hand Jack reached out picked the phone up and said, "Malone."
"I want Victor," a husky voice spat.
Jack turned to his team and signaled for silence, he pointed his hand at Victor and put the phone on speaker.
"How is my son?" Victor demanded.
"That is not how this little game is going to work! I will ask the questions and you will answer them…that is if you want to see your son again," Valen hissed.
"Fine," the older Fitzgerald said reluctantly.
"Where is my money?" Valen asked.
"It takes time to get one million dollars through the bank," Victor growled at the phone.
"Well better hurry up, Marty doesn't have much time left. Tick…tock!" Valen laughed.
"I want to know that my son is still alive," Victor prayed that Martin was okay.
"If you insist," Valen sighed.
There was a short pause and then what sounded like someone being dragged.
"Hello?" The gang gave a sigh of relief as Martin's broken voice could be heard around the room.
"We are going to find you Martin, just hold on!" Jack shouted.
"Jack please help m…" Martin's sentence was cut short. Over the line you could hear a strangled gasp and then a cry of pain. You could hear a struggle and Marin's faint curses, and then a loud thump which ended with an eerie silence.
"The drop is tomorrow at 5:00 a.m.!" Valen sounded out of breathe.
The phone went dead, leaving the agents in a daze. All of the team wanted to rip Valen's throat out.
Martin gritted his teeth as he was yanked away from the phone, his battered body reacting instantly to the pain. He couldn't help as a small gasp escaped his lips. A fist connected solidly with his jaw and he cried out in pain from the unexpected blow. He tried to regain his footing, but only managed to get to his knees before they were upon him. He fought desperately to get away, giving quite a struggle. The last thing he knew was a pipe coming towards his head in slow motion. It hit its mark and he sunk back to the floor, breathe coming in short pants.
He heard Valen's voice as if it echoed down a tunnel, "The drop is tomorrow at 5:00 a.m.!" Then Martin's world swam into oblivion.
