Chapter 8:
Frowning with his eyes closed, the agent held his hands to the headphones and listened intentivly. He seemed like someone who was at the edge of despair.
Martin had crossed his arms before his chest, impatiently drumming on his left arm with the right hand's fingers. He just didn't get what took the agent so long, what was so difficult about translating the own mother language.
Vivian came back with some cups of coffee right at that moment. In his mind she didn't even seem half as imaptient about their slow progress as he was.
"He made any progress?"
Martin shook his head to answer her question. Right then the agent took off the headphones and looked at them, he didn't seem sure of what to say.
"So?"
"Well, I can translate it."
"Do it then."
"It doesn't make any sense, Sir. The whole conversation doesn't make any sense!"
Vivian seemed more interested all of a sudden.
"Why's that?"
"They're talking about something specific, something agent Taylor recieved. As long as I don't know what it is, this doesn't make any sense."
Martin was close to loosing his temper on the younger agent.
"Would you just translate what they are talking about!"
Before even saying a single word to Erika, Jack knew she probably wouldn't tell them anything. And he knew she had information she was hiding on them. He rarely had seen such an unfriendly, almost hostile expression on someone's face. And her whole bearing expressed that rejection, too.
"Miss..."
He didn't get any further.
"You're with the FBI?"
She sounded contemptuous. Jack stopped talking and gave her a suprised look. Where did she know that from, if the warden or the guard taking her here didn't tell her? He exchanged looks with Sam.
"Yes."
"Whadda you want?"
"You were making a phone call two days ago. You called your brother in New York. That's why we're here, we need you to tell us about it."
"All prisoner's phone calls are recorded by the administration. Ask the warden for help, he'll do it most likely."
This wasn't going to be easy. She was not gonna help them and she had nothing to loose. He on the other hand had nothing to threaten her with, so he wouldn't make her talk.
"We could do that. But I wanna hear from you."
She kept silent for a few more moments.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can tell you."
Sam gave her an impatient look.
"This is important Erika! We need your help."
A knowing smile suddenly appeared on Erika's face.
"He's working for you, isn't he?"
Jack didn't say anything, he just gave her another puzzled look.
"And now, he disappeared?"
It had more of an establashing than of a question.
"Yes. Does this change your opinion about talking to us?"
"No, but there's something I can tell you."
A sudden feeling of exitement rushed through him; Jack supressed the wish to ask her what it was, she wanted to tell them.
"I can tell you there's no need to worry, everything's okay. I know what Danny's doing is important and it is the right thing. Just let him do it and stop searching for him."
Jack gave her a hard look.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that!"
"We have a problem than. A problem I can't help you with. I'm sorry."
She rose and headed to the door, calling for a guard when Jack turned to her.
"You understand that you probably put him into danger by not telling us what you know?"
Erika turned around to answer, before the guard entered the room.
"Danny's a grown up, he can decide by himself, live his life on his own. He knows what he's doing and he can calculate the risk emerging from it. He recieved a good training and he knows to protect himself. I fully trust on him and you should do the same."
The young agent sighed soundlessly and gave Martin a look. He stopped the tape, rewinded it and played the first three sentences again.
"They're both giving their names and he asks her what she wants."
He played another few sentences.
"She asks if he'd recieved the message and he tells her yes."
The record continued.
"She wants to know if he's prepared and if he has figured out what he wants to do and she gets another positive answer."
He played the rest of the tape.
"She tells him to be careful and gives him her best wishes. Finally he tells her she'll probably be visited by the FBI and she shouldn't say anything. That's it."
"That doesn't help us."
"No, it doesn't."
TBC
Please R+R
Frowning with his eyes closed, the agent held his hands to the headphones and listened intentivly. He seemed like someone who was at the edge of despair.
Martin had crossed his arms before his chest, impatiently drumming on his left arm with the right hand's fingers. He just didn't get what took the agent so long, what was so difficult about translating the own mother language.
Vivian came back with some cups of coffee right at that moment. In his mind she didn't even seem half as imaptient about their slow progress as he was.
"He made any progress?"
Martin shook his head to answer her question. Right then the agent took off the headphones and looked at them, he didn't seem sure of what to say.
"So?"
"Well, I can translate it."
"Do it then."
"It doesn't make any sense, Sir. The whole conversation doesn't make any sense!"
Vivian seemed more interested all of a sudden.
"Why's that?"
"They're talking about something specific, something agent Taylor recieved. As long as I don't know what it is, this doesn't make any sense."
Martin was close to loosing his temper on the younger agent.
"Would you just translate what they are talking about!"
Before even saying a single word to Erika, Jack knew she probably wouldn't tell them anything. And he knew she had information she was hiding on them. He rarely had seen such an unfriendly, almost hostile expression on someone's face. And her whole bearing expressed that rejection, too.
"Miss..."
He didn't get any further.
"You're with the FBI?"
She sounded contemptuous. Jack stopped talking and gave her a suprised look. Where did she know that from, if the warden or the guard taking her here didn't tell her? He exchanged looks with Sam.
"Yes."
"Whadda you want?"
"You were making a phone call two days ago. You called your brother in New York. That's why we're here, we need you to tell us about it."
"All prisoner's phone calls are recorded by the administration. Ask the warden for help, he'll do it most likely."
This wasn't going to be easy. She was not gonna help them and she had nothing to loose. He on the other hand had nothing to threaten her with, so he wouldn't make her talk.
"We could do that. But I wanna hear from you."
She kept silent for a few more moments.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can tell you."
Sam gave her an impatient look.
"This is important Erika! We need your help."
A knowing smile suddenly appeared on Erika's face.
"He's working for you, isn't he?"
Jack didn't say anything, he just gave her another puzzled look.
"And now, he disappeared?"
It had more of an establashing than of a question.
"Yes. Does this change your opinion about talking to us?"
"No, but there's something I can tell you."
A sudden feeling of exitement rushed through him; Jack supressed the wish to ask her what it was, she wanted to tell them.
"I can tell you there's no need to worry, everything's okay. I know what Danny's doing is important and it is the right thing. Just let him do it and stop searching for him."
Jack gave her a hard look.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that!"
"We have a problem than. A problem I can't help you with. I'm sorry."
She rose and headed to the door, calling for a guard when Jack turned to her.
"You understand that you probably put him into danger by not telling us what you know?"
Erika turned around to answer, before the guard entered the room.
"Danny's a grown up, he can decide by himself, live his life on his own. He knows what he's doing and he can calculate the risk emerging from it. He recieved a good training and he knows to protect himself. I fully trust on him and you should do the same."
The young agent sighed soundlessly and gave Martin a look. He stopped the tape, rewinded it and played the first three sentences again.
"They're both giving their names and he asks her what she wants."
He played another few sentences.
"She asks if he'd recieved the message and he tells her yes."
The record continued.
"She wants to know if he's prepared and if he has figured out what he wants to do and she gets another positive answer."
He played the rest of the tape.
"She tells him to be careful and gives him her best wishes. Finally he tells her she'll probably be visited by the FBI and she shouldn't say anything. That's it."
"That doesn't help us."
"No, it doesn't."
TBC
Please R+R