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Without any further yada yada yada...
Chapter 10- Is this what you wanted.
Eliot wakes up from a nightmare. He heads up to the roof to clear his head. Jordan's already up there.
"What's wrong?" She asks, worried.
"Just a nightmare." It's midnight. Eliot looks at his watch. His 90 minutes are done.
"Why are you on the roof? Did you sleep yet?"
"I don't really sleep, and, uh, I just wanted some fresh air." Jordan leaves. Eliot waits exactly 3 hours 27 minutes, and then she comes back up.
"You really want to be alone, huh?" Eliot asks. Jordan nods. Eliot stands next to her.
"What?" She asks.
"Just wondering what you're doing." Eliot responds. "You haven't run any jobs lately."
"You haven't needed any information lately."
"But you usually run your own jobs." JJ stays silent. "You planning one?"
"Yeah," She growls.
"You want help?" Jordan smiles at him.
"Ok, so there's a building complex, 4 entrances. 3 doors, and the whole ceiling is a glass window. There's heavy security at all the doors, and the roof is too obvious. If they're not looking up, they'll see my shadow on the floor."
"Unless you go at night,"
"The mark's not there at night."
"You could...go undercover as security,"
"The mark's not there at night." Jordan is still thinking about the last solution Eliot suggested. "Half the security leaves at night."
"You could break in at night, then hide out until the mark gets there."
"Exactly."
"Are you going to tell me why you're doing this, how long it's gonna take, or even how I can get you out of there if you're caught?"
Jordan holds up a usb.
"If, if I don't respond for a week, I'm caught. Only then, you give this to Hardison and Nate will know how to finish the conn."
"How will I know where to find you?"
"You need to complete the conn, not find me."
"Give me an address."
"If you come after me, we'll both die."
"How can you be sure?"
"It's Moreau. Working with my dad." She hands him the usb. "If I don't respond for a week." She walks to the stairwell. "Only then, give it to Hardison." She walks down the stairs.
"She hasn't responded for a week. We need to do something now."
"Eliot, what are you talking about?" Sophie asks.
"Jordan's running a job, she told me if she doesn't respond for a week we have to finish the job." Eliot passes Hardison the usb. Hardison plugs it in. They all look at the screen. Pictures come up. Pictures of people living in harsh conditions.
"Ok, this stuff is encrypted with codes. When you translate them, they make a message." Nate informs the crew.
"It's in the files. Says, funding for relief jobs was by Hugh Garrison, working under Moreau. Stopped funding, and people are dying rapidly." Hardison reads through the files.
"Who's in charge of the relief services down with the people?" Sophie asks.
"Brothers... Eric and Tom Garrison, getting funds from their dad. Which makes them Jordan's brothers." Hardison brings up pictures of them. They look exactly like Quinn and Jordan.
Flashback:
Back in Ireland, the crew asks Jordan and Quinn if they are twins.
"Yeah," Jordan says hesitantly.
End flashback.
"So, they're quadruplets?" Parker asks.
"Yes," Nate says. "We need to get this show on the road."
"Why can't they just get somebody else to fund the services?" Sophie asks.
"They have a contract. It ends in 3 years, and they need funding now." Hardison says. The crew heads out.
"Sophie, distraction. Parker, see if you can score any money. Hardison, rip the bank accounts. Eliot do you have any idea of a location?" Nate asks.
"JJ wouldn't tell me."
"Ok, Hardison, rip the accounts, and find Jordan's arm." Nate commands.
"Ok, gimme me a sec. Looks like she's in Portland-"
"Great," Eliot starts to leave.
"Maine." Hardison finishes. Eliot looks at him. "Ok, check the printer, there should be a plane ticket to Portland, Maine there in a second."
"Wait, so we all have to go to Maine now?" Parker asks.
"No, the office Moreau and Garrison are using is in Colorado." Nate says.
"Wait, Nate, what exactly are we trying to do?" Parker asks.
"We're ending the contract. We can prove Garrison did something not stated on the contract, prove a misrepresentation on Garrison's part, prove a mistake, or prove Garrison doesn't have the money he said he would provide. Team, let's go steal a contract."
When Eliot gets to Maine, he uses the signal Hardison sent him to track Jordan's arm tracking device to a house. It's deep in the woods. Upon entry, Eliot finds it empty, save a robotic, carbon polymer, skin-colored arm.
When the crew gets to the office, it's deserted. They scour the offices. Parker produces the contract from Garrison's safe, handing it to Nate. Nate reads through it carefully.
"Ok, it states as long as Garrison has the money, the funding goes on." Nate says.
"What if he doesn't have the money?" Sophie asks.
"Moreau's funds come into play then." Nate looks over the contract.
"Moreau does owe Garrison a favor. Garrison filed complaints after Moreau fed Jordan to a shark, you know, it's his kid and all, Moreau got pressed, but, knowing what they both do, they made a deal and kept it out of the courts." Hardison looks up from his phone.
"So, Moreau gives money when Garrison runs out. Why isn't the funding going to the services? Are they both broke?" Parker asks.
"They're gonna be after we're done with them." Nate scowls at reading a part of the contract. "It says here that the funding will stop if the service doesn't complete requirements set by Garrison. Apparently, the service must not fund more than one city at once, give special attention to a certain area, person, home, etc., or fund an area disapproved of by Garrison."
"Eric and Tom are funding homeless in a city in Guatemala, it's called Flores." Hardison puts down his phone.
"Garrison must not like that place." Sophie muses.
"Hey," Eliot growls.
"Any luck, Eliot?" Nate asks.
"I found her arm. You're sure you don't have any other trackers on her?" Eliot growls.
"Um, if she manually activates her comm I can see where it is," Hardison points out.
"But she hasn't," Parker reminds the team.
"Then there's no way of getting in contact with her." Nate tells Eliot. He looks down at the next page in the folder that contains the contract. "I want you to travel to Fosterville, New Brunswick, Canada. Look for a prison under the name of DMHG Rehabilitation for Criminals."
"What a obvious name!" Parker laughs.
"DMHG. Damien Moreau Hugh Garrison Rehabilitation for Criminals. It's a prison labor camp. What are Moreau and Garrison thinking?" Sophie asks.
"It's a labor camp. People there basically work, make, and do anything they're told. And Moreau's in charge." Eliot growls. "You think she's there, Nate?"
"It's the only place that makes sense to Garrison and Moreau, I'm 90% positive she's there, Eliot." Nate looks through the rest of the folder. "There's nothing else, just head on over to the prison."
When Eliot gets to the prison, he sees the fires first. Small, weak campfires. And the people tending them. He walks the perimeter of the prison, noticing the weak spots in the barbed wire on top of the fence.
"Pretty lax security here," Eliot growls into the comms. "There's something wrong. These people aren't escaping."
"It's Moreau. He's manipulating them. Making them want to work for him." Sophie reminds him through the comms.
"Well, there's no cameras, I'm going in." Eliot growls.
"Ok. There's a harness with a pulley, a lock-picking set, tinfoil, lunch, extra comms, an apple, a computer, and a couple of objects you can throw in case you suspect a trap." Parker tells him.
"How did you put all that in my backpack without me knowing?" Eliot growls. "Now I know why it's so heavy."
"I'm a thief. Good luck, anyway." Parker says, and Eliot climbs the fence. He walks to the closest campfire. The person watches him warily, and Eliot finally sees what they're using the fire for. There is a long rack, with 6 spots for test tubes. In the test tubes, there is a blue chemical being heated by the fire.
"Are you ok?" Eliot asks the person.
"Fine." The person responds flatly.
"Why don't you escape?"
"I don't need to. The food here is fine." The person grumbles.
"The food. What about, I don't know, freedom?" Eliot asks.
"I have a roof over my head, I'm protected. I have to work, but I'm safe."
"Yeah right." Eliot grumbles. He walks to all the fires, but does not find Jordan. "Nate, she's not outside."
"Then you need to go inside." Nate responds. He and the crew are in court, arguing with Garrison. "We're a bit busy right now."
"How do Tom and Eric know you?" Garrison asks. The crew is well disguised, and Garrison hasn't recognized them. Yet.
"As I mentioned earlier, my name is Alexander Bayern, and I am their lawyer." Nate states in a Southern accent.
"They never told me about you." Garrison growls.
"We are new. And very involved in the Flores case." Sophie drawls.
"They're not allowed to fund that area. That's why their money stopped."
"But, your honor, as you can see from my presentation, there is a need for funding here." Nate says as he points to the screen where Hardison's well laid out presentation sits on a picture of a homeless person.
"Excuse my interruption," The judge asks. "But why are there so many of you?"
"Well, this is my wife and partner, Olivia Bayern[Sophie], My secretary Miss Avia Whotmann[Parker], and my chauffeur Mr. Green[Hardison].
"Hugh Garrison, these people are licensed to represent 2 of your sons in court. I am aware that your other son died, and your daughter, a well-recognized pilot in the Air Force is missing. Your other children are dead and missing for mysterious reasons, unknown to most. Would you care to explain?" The judge asks flatly.
"They have nothing to do with this case." Garrison argues.
"With a background such as yours, Mr. Garrison, your honor would only like to know if your criminal actions have any link to the mysterious death of Quinn Garrison and the sudden disappearance of Jordan Garrison, also known as Jordan Jordan." Nate explains. "Your honor, permission to present exhibit X?"
"Permission granted," The judge says, bored with how many exhibits Nate has already presented. Hardison looks at his phone for a second, then, as Nate hits a button on his computer, footage of Garrison shooting Quinn displays itself on the screen. The judge's and Garrison's eyes both widen.
"How did you get that?!" Garrison shouts. Realization sets in. "You work with Jordan," He growls. The judge watches the clip once more. He bangs his gavel to stop Garrison's feeble attempts to claim it isn't him.
"Hugh Garrison, you are under arrest." 2 policemen come in through the entrance and begin to handcuff Garrison.
"You are under arrest by the Federal Law of the United States of America and Oregon. Anything you say can and will be used against you." The policemen drag Garrison away, but Garrison glares at the crew one last time before being shoved into the police car.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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