He got up and headed over to the two holding rooms were they were stationed separately. He pulled out his access card and swiped it through holding one, where Brian Wilson, the most experienced of the two was held. Instead off hearing the usual sound, his card emitted a strange buzz, and the door didn't unlock. Confused he tried it again, and then a third time. Now angered he realised that somebody had over rode the access code; although it made it more secure, it also made it inconvenient for Tony.
He made way to the second room, and again found that his card wouldn't open the door. Now fuming he stormed over to his office where Chappelle was tapping away on the keyboard.
"What's going on Ryan, why can't I get into the holding rooms?"
Ryan looked slightly uncomfortable with the question, before he answered. "Because I have somebody coming from Division coming Tony, and I want to keep the room sealed so no one can get in before they arrived."
"Why, surely were wasting time keeping them locked away when I can be questioning them."
Chappelle could sense the anger and determination in his voice and decided to change tactics. "You are entitled to your opinions Tony, however, so are Division, and its their opinions that matters. I was ordered to keep them alone until the interrogators arrived, and that is what I intend to do. Some of us Tony, unlike you and Bauer, understand what following orders means."
"But-"
"Enough! I'm sure you can find something to do to help avert this disaster! Seen as you sent Kim Bauer away without my permission means that their is even more work that needs doing, so I suggest you get started."
Tony left his office angered by how abrupt he was being, something seemed wrong. He walked over to his terminal and checked the service announcements and updates page. It was here his suspicion was confirmed, Division had given no order to Chappelle about keeping the men alone, it was Chappelles own so called opinion. Tony wondered why he was stalling for time, and picked up the phone, wanting to confirm more of his worries.
After a brief conversation with Hammond, Tony hung up enraged. Chappelle hadn't even requested the interrogators from Division yet, there was nobody 'on their way' as he had said. Why was he going to so much trouble to keep those security men silent, he wondered.
He got up to ask Chappelle this himself, he wasn't going to keep quiet about it. He left his terminal but before he was anywhere near Chappelle, Chloé blocked his path.
"Tony. Somebody just called for you from some hospital." She said blankly.
"What, who called? Which one?" He asked, not understanding.
" I don't know, I told them they got the wrong terminal and I was too busy to transfer them over." She spoke as though she had done something completely natural.
"You what!" He said, maddened further.
"Jeez Tony I'm not an answering machine, you can take your own calls!" She yelled.
"How can I take my calls if you don't transfer them to me!" He shouted, enraged. Before he could continue, a certain thought hit him, making him forget about Chloé instantly. He had no evidence to prove it, but he had a strong feeling in the pit of his stomach that the call was related to Jack, it had to be. Was he dead? He ran over to his terminal dialling the number to the hospital, knowing he was only confirming Jack's death. As he listened to the dial tone his silently cursed himself, he should have never left Jack in the warehouse, it was all his fault, he had killed Jack.
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