Jack stormed into Ocara's office startling the Superintendent who was sitting at his desk trying to get through the pile upon pile of files that he scattered across his desk. Ocara sighed to himself, he seemed to spend most of his working life dealing with paperwork, and in fact more paperwork than his officers did. This seemed to be the bane of modern policing, more and more paperwork. When they should be out catching the bad guys, his officers were stuck doing bloody paperwork thought Ocara.

"WHAT THE HELL JACK!"

Ocara yelled at Jack as he forced his way into the office. His DCI had a look of fury in his eyes and the superintendent was fairly certain he knew the reason why, he had had a phone call from his boss's to inform him that DC Webb was being removed from the hospital he was presently in and being taken to a facility that was run by MI5. Where he didn't know and by the look on Jacks face he had just discovered that his officer was now missing.

"Did you know about this?" Jack demanded of the superintendent.

"Know what?" Ocara decided to play dumb for the moment. He knew Jack's temper well enough especially where the safety of those officers under his command was concerned. He was very protective of all of them but especially of Mickey Webb.

"Did you know that Mickey had been removed from the hospital by those MI5 pricks?"

Ocara looked down at his clasped fingers on his desk before answering.

"Sit down Jack."

"I don't want to sit down, I want answers." Seethed Jack.

"Sit down and I will tell you what I know."

Ocara waited while Jack made his mind up, after a few seconds of pacing and grinding his teeth, Jack sat down in the chair opposite his fellow officer.

"Now," Ocara began. "I did not know of D.C. Webb's removal from the hospital until an hour ago, when my superiors phoned me to inform me of his removal. As for his location now, I honestly don't know, they did however state that he had been removed to a facility somewhere on the outskirts of the city that was run by MI5."

xXx

Mickey's return to consciousness was slow and it took him more than a few minutes to get his bearings once his eyes were open. He raised his hands to his eyes and rubbed them, at the same groaning at the pain in his head as his eyes adjusted to the light. The light stabbed at his eyeballs and caused the headache that he was experiencing to get worse. Mickey groaned it felt like someone was tap dancing on his head with a pair of steel tipped boots.

"You should drink something….you've been out for quite a while."

Mickey turned his head, painfully, towards the sound of the vice and squinting made out the face of the son of a bitch who had been at the hospital demanding that he talked to Delaney, he tried to remember his name but whatever they had dosed him with, had caused him to forget whatever the guy's name was. He saw that the guy was holding a glass of water towards him but although Mickey felt really thirsty, he was not going to take anything from the SOB standing in front of him, for all he knew the water was probably drugged as well.

As if reading Mickey's mind, the man smiled and took a mouthful of the water before offering the glass back to Mickey.

"The water is not drugged, if that is what you are worried about DC Webb."

Mickey reached for the glass of water and noticed as he did so that his hand was shaking a little but he managed to grasp the glass and drink the contents of it without spilling a single drop. Once he finished the glass the SOB took the glass back and placed it on the cabinet next to Mickey's bed and refilled it from the carafe that stood beside it. He passed the glass back to Mickey who had by this managed to sit up some more and just to prove that this water was not drugged also, he took another mouthful before Mickey took it from his hand, he smiled as he watched Mickey swallow the second glass of water and waited until this one was also drained before once again taking the glass from Mickey and placing it once more on the cabinet.

"Now that you are more awake and in the land of the living DC Webb, it is perhaps time to discuss why you are here." Mandrake told him.

"Where is here?" Mickey asked him.

"Where here is, is not important DC Webb, why is important."

"It might not be important to you but it is me."

Mandrake breathed out through his mouth before answering Mickey.

"You are presently in a facility that is run by MI5 on the outskirts of London, exactly where I cannot tell you but please rest assured DC Webb we mean you no harm. We just need you to talk to a prisoner who has important information concerning a terrorist attack."

"You mean Delaney?" Mickey interrupted Mandrake.

"Yes Martin Delaney."

"The man's a liar amongst other things and you honestly think he knows about a terrorist attack."

Mickey was not buying whatever story that Delaney had told MI5, as far as he was concerned Delaney was lying and that was all he was doing, he knew how manipulative Delaney and how dangerous he had found out the hard way.

"We know exactly what Delaney is, DC Webb. We are aware that he is a liar as well as a rapist and murderer but the information he has already given us has been spot on and unfortunately he is only willing to give the information that he still has concerning a bigger terrorist threat than what he has already helped us with, to you DC Webb. So I ask you again DC Webb will you talk to him."

Mickey rubbed a tired hand over his eyes and shook his head; he chewed his lower lip as he tried to come to a decision about Delaney. One the one hand he did not want to see let alone speak to Delaney ever again but on the other hand he knew as a Police Officer that he had no choice.

As he sat and tried to decide what to do, Mandrake watched the turmoil going through his eyes. He knew that what he had just asked the young man to do was a hard thing, he was not totally heartless, he had read Mickey's file as well as Delaney's and he knew exactly what Delaney had done to Mickey and so could understand the turmoil that the young man on the bed in front of him was now going through but he had the lives of innocent people to think of and protecting the UK. So he pushed these thoughts aside and made his mind up.

"You've got an hour Webb and then I will be back and we will go and see Martin Delaney."