McCall withdrew a small tool and quickly extended a probe to fit into the lock in the door knob. "Come on McCall, I'm sure the cameras see us by now, so please make this look normal..." Jimmy urged.

"Well, it's not that I'm completely remote from the company now is it?" McCall tried to instill

some calm in his nervous friend, "I have been here on a number of occasions to see Control."

Jimmy nodded, "Yeah, but he was alive then."

McCall unlocked the door and the two men swiftly entered the office. "I am beginning to believe that Control is still alive, and that the company has something to do with this whole charade," McCall spoke calmly as he moved around the office using what little light that crept through the vertical blinds.

Robert McCall's eyes searched the large dark wooden desk as he settled into the leather chair. He was particularly interested in the little memo pad next to the phone as the imprint of the previous message was still there. Robert picked up the small pile of paper and held it so that the sunlight shone across it leaving the heavy imprints as engraved shadows. What McCall read was the meeting place and time of when Control was last seen before his death. Robert sat back in the chair, "Something about this whole thing stinks, Jimmy."

Jimmy was leaning on the desk next to McCall, "You're not kidding. I was left wondering about the whole thing about when Mickey was taken."

"Jimmy, quickly go through those files over there. See if anything grabs your attention," Robert issued the order as he himself pulled a pile of files off the corner of Control's desk and started to look through them. So far they seemed fairly routine. Then after a few moments Jimmy spoke, "This one is pretty interesting McCall," he handed it over to his friend.

McCall opened the file which bore the name "Project Red". On a quick review McCall noted that most of the correspondence was in Russian. "This goes with us," McCall said as he stood and pushed the file down the backside of his trousers behind his jacket. He also removed the first several pieces of paper from the memo pad and placed them in he breast pocket. "Let's go. We've spent enough time here.

Both men moved to the door and listened. All was quiet. McCall suggested that Jimmy open the door and take a quick peek. Jimmy sighed and did just that. "There's no-one here McCall. Come on..." He left the office with McCall close behind while locking the door. They both moved swiftly to the stairs back to the third floor watching for anything or anyone that might pose a problem. Jimmy opened the fire door and stared right into Jason's face.

"Jimmy...McCall. What the hell are you doing here?" Jason pushed past them and checked the door to Control's office. He turned back to the two men with a sharp turn. "Why are you here?"

"I thought I might find a few things that Control left me...things I gave or found over the years," McCall walked toward Jason, "But as you can see, the door is locked."

Jason backed away from McCall slightly, "Yes...yes, I see that. Well perhaps you could make an appointment with me sometime soon, and I can let you into the office. After all it isn't my place to say what old friends shared between them, is it?"

McCall clearly read between the words Jason said, and turned his back on the weaselly little man, "Sure, Jason. I'll do that. Very soon." His voice was devoid of emotion.

"Good...good." Jason said as he rubbed his hands together before checking the locked door knob again.

McCall pat Jimmy on the shoulder, "Let's leave here before we get into some trouble. I'm sure Mr Mazer would feel better if we left too," McCall looked at Jason with much disregard, "after all we aren't here to cause any trouble..."

Jimmy nodded, "Sure McCall. Come on." he pushed through the door.

Jason watch the two men leave. First he tried to figure out how they go into the building and secondly had he stopped them from entering Control's office. Cautiously he walked to another office down the hall and asked to speak to the front gate guard. He waited and waited until some picked up the phone, "This is Jason Mazer...has Jimmy and Robert McCall come to the gate yet?"

"They left about a minute ago, Sir." The guard informed Jason. "Should I send someone after them?"

"Damn. No. They will be long gone by now. I'll find them later..." Jason clutched the phone and then angrily slammed it down. "I'll find them..."