Frantically, John wracked his mind for possibilities and ideas, but nothing
made sense. Inside, he was still screaming. Monica!
At that moment, his phone rang again. Impatiently, he quickly answered. "John Doggett."
"Agent Doggett? It's AD Skinner," the Assistant Director came through. Whatever he had to say was urgent, as if it was falling off the tip of his tongue. "We have a situation."
Doggett's panic returned at heart-attack pace. "What do you mean?"
"We just got word that there is a hostage situation unfolding downtown." The dread was already rising into John's head. The next few sentences were a blur accept for the last few words. ". they have Agent Reyes."
Skinner needed no response to tell him that Doggett was already on the way to his car. "Where?"
"The Willard office building. It's at 1455 Pennsylvania Ave. The 5th Street side of the White House."
At that moment, his phone rang again. Impatiently, he quickly answered. "John Doggett."
"Agent Doggett? It's AD Skinner," the Assistant Director came through. Whatever he had to say was urgent, as if it was falling off the tip of his tongue. "We have a situation."
Doggett's panic returned at heart-attack pace. "What do you mean?"
"We just got word that there is a hostage situation unfolding downtown." The dread was already rising into John's head. The next few sentences were a blur accept for the last few words. ". they have Agent Reyes."
Skinner needed no response to tell him that Doggett was already on the way to his car. "Where?"
"The Willard office building. It's at 1455 Pennsylvania Ave. The 5th Street side of the White House."