"Guys, is there anyone in the office?" Antonio continued to look at Jasmine as he spoke. She smiled and moved her chair closer beside his, her hand moving up his arm and touching the side of his neck as she moved her lips to his ear. "Jasmine," Antonio questioned, trying to put a little distance between them, but her hand tightened on his neck as she spoke.
"Hey, Cortez is up at the front, but he's watching us." Antonio relaxed, reluctantly allowing Jasmine to move his hand from the table to her waist. "Try not to act like I repulse you."
"That's not it-"
"I know," Jasmine responded quickly.
"Antonio, the office is clear. Once you can make sure no one has eyes on you, I'd say now is as good a time as any," Voight directed.
"Okay. Jasmine is he still looking over here?"
"No, he's talking to someone now."
"Then let's go." Jasmine handed Antonio a key, placing her finger under his chin. "Room 112. I'm going to make a quick run to the bathroom then I'll meet you there." He watched as she walked away, looking around one more time to make sure no one was watching them, and then he headed towards the back where the blueprints had shown the office to be.
There was a long hallway with a door at the end that was cracked open. Antonio looked in the door, uncomfortable that he couldn't have a gun on him as he entered.
"We're good," he whispered, walking over to the filing cabinet. "Locked."
"No problem, Jin's been watching the monitors and he says Cortez keeps it taped under his desk." Antonio moved his hand around under the desk until he felt the key. He removed the key and opened the cabinet, quickly moving through all the files until he got to the finances. He pulled out the folder and opened it on the desk, spreading out the papers.
"You let me know if someone comes down that hallway."
"It's clear right now. I'll tell you if anything changes."
"Lots of normal business transactions; he must be covering it up somehow. I'm sure they mainly use cash anyway." He continued to move through the papers until he came to a receipt; he picked it up and sat down, reading through it carefully. "I think this is it, guys. He ordered a shipment that came in a few months ago, it doesn't say of what though. Looks like he's already got another one ordered to come in next week. I'll send you a picture." Antonio stood up and took a picture of the document, quickly sending it to Jin then stacking the papers back up to go in the file. "Think that's enough to pin him?"
"We'll have to look at it, but it sounds like enough to bring him in at least, dig up some more evidence. There's another team that's been called to come in and arrest these guys, so I'll give them the call. We have to move slowly so we don't spook Cortez and his guys, or the women, and make this whole thing a mess."
"Right." Antonio went to put the file back, but before he closed the drawer he noticed a file that had been pushed to the very back labeled: "shipment/ February 2014." "Hold on." Antonio pulled the file out and opened it, finding it filled with profiles of some of the women. There were pictures of their faces attached to what Antonio figured were their given identities. "Hey, I recognize this one. Lily, the one I ran into earlier who looked terrified. This might tell us which girls are here unwillingly. Let me get a picture-"
"Antonio, there are three men coming down the hallway right now. You have to get out of there."
"But this is what we need-"
"Antonio, drop it! You've got to be heading out that door when they come in! You can't be looking through their stuff." Antonio hesitated for a moment but quickly placed the file back in its place, locking the cabinet and taping the key back where it had been. As he walked out the door he immediately ran into Cortez and two men who quickly drew their guns and pointed it in his direction.
"Hey, I saw you earlier. What are you doing back here?" Antonio raised his hands and looked between the guys with the guns.
"Hey, hey, come on. There's been a misunderstanding. I'm looking for Room 112. That's where Jasmine told me to go and wait while she went to the bathroom."
"Well does this look like it would be Room 112? Those rooms are on the whole other side of the building. Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"No, I swear, I'm just trying to find Jasmine-" Cortez quickly hit Antonio in the side. He then forcefully pushed his knee into the same place, knocking the air out of him and causing him to fall to his knees, struggling to breathe but unable to fight back in danger of blowing his cover.
"What are you doing? He's my client!" Jasmine yelled, pushing past the two men and kneeling beside Antonio, holding his face in her hands and looking to make sure he was all right.
"He was snooping around in my office-"
"He was probably looking for the room. He's never been here before, and I'd be surprised if he came back again after this. Give me the key, baby, I'll take care of you." Antonio pulled the room key out of his pocket and gave it to Jasmine, his breathing beginning to steady. Jasmine held the key up in front of Cortez. "See? Now if you'll excuse us, I'm going to go try to make him forget this even happened. You still up for it, baby?" Antonio nodded as Jasmine helped him up, waving her away.
"I'm fine, really."
"Look, I'm sorry man, I just can't have people snooping around, you know? Go have a good time, and don't worry about the cost, it'll be on me. My apologies." Cortez patted Antonio on his back as he walked by, motioning his men to follow him into the office.
"Are you okay? Did you get what you needed?"
"I'm fine, and I got enough to bring them in on suspicion, but there was a file in there that could tell us the women who got shipped here that we need, but I didn't have time to take a picture."
"Well when your guys come in they'll find it, okay? Now we just have to get out of here." She led him to the room and closed the door behind them, hurrying over to the window and opening it. She looked back over to Antonio who she noticed hadn't moved away from the door. "Hey, tell them to come on."
"I can't go yet. We need that file-"
"Listen to me. Cortez is suspicious; we have to get out of here now! They can get the file when they take him in-"
"But that's the thing. He is suspicious. He might be getting rid of that file right now—of all the evidence! If I could just get back in there and get it-"
"Antonio, listen to me," Voight's voice said in his ear. "This is a low risk mission. You are unarmed and they have guns. That's a high risk, something we aren't taking. Don't you remember telling your wife it would be easy—no problem, minimal risk. Well how about you keep your word and you go back home to your wife tonight instead of her coming to see you in the hospital. Sound good? Now just wait there and we'll come get you two." At the mention of Laura, Antonio's hand fell from the door handle.
"Voight, you do understand we'll lose the evidence-"
"So we'll find something else. We've got enough to bring them in; we'll find a way. And there is the possibility that you guys played it well enough that they don't go to the trouble of destroying anything. There's a team that will be here in about an hour for the extraction and we'll see what we are dealing with then." With his last word Lindsay and Halstead came up to the window.
"It's clear, we're safe to go." Halstead helped Jasmine out the window and then put his hand out for Antonio. "Come on, man." Antonio hesitated, but finally he moved forward and jumped out the window, joining Jasmine as they walked back to the van.
When they stepped in the van, Antonio took off his coat and offered it to Jasmine who seemed embarrassed in front of the team with what she was thanked him and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Looks like we're going to have to go in before that other team gets here," Voight said, turning to Antonio who then joined him in front of the monitors.
"Why?"
"Look, seems like they are suspicious." Antonio looked on the screen and saw Cortez and his men banging on the door of room 112, their hands on their guns. "And I'm not too sure what they're going to do when they find no one in there."
