Jack slowly twisted the gold taps and watched as the bath tub filled up at a stead pace. He idly wondered if he would get to see the brothers today, he thought that he probably would, but he had to make sure he did. He had a few... requests. He decided that he was going to take full advantage of his injury, and with the brothers lack of intelligence in the first place, it shouldn't be hard to get what he needed. He would get a vehicle, belonging to himself, legit. That way he would have a clear means to a getaway plan, if needed. He could also make more regular calls to C.T.U if this went as planned. He could simply claim he was riding into town for his repeat prescriptions. He laughed slightly as he realised this was going to be easier than he had thought. He was going to get the things he needed with ease, and he would no longer be risking his neck on the front line of Salazar's army.

Instead, he would probably have a front row seat, next to the Salazars, in any discussion, plan or problem. He deduced that the brothers still wanted to use him for his mind, his tactics and his general knowledge in the business which was what had impressed them early on. Otherwise, they would have killed him - why bother going through all of these motions if they were not going to use him? He would probably be an advisor of sorts for them - which was perfect. He would automatically have information about any goings on at the Salazar camp, even things which they may have previously decided to keep from him. He would have the information at his fingertips freely - he just had to use this to make sure he took the two down. With everything he had seen so far during his stay he knew he had enough to give them each a seat on death row for the rest of their lives. But that wasn't what he wanted, right now he was more curious in the offer made to them, which Ramon had mentioned over a week ago to him.

If the Salazars were switching markets into terrorism, he could even bring down adjourning terrorist camps too. His eyes widened at the thought of this, it would make the mission even more of a success, he would end the Salazar cartel plus other terrorist ones, and send out a warning to the rest of them in the process.

He turned the taps off and after slipping his shorts off he pushed himself into the bath. He caught his leg as he pulled himself over the ledge, but it didn't hurt. He noted this in his mind, he would ask Gregory when he next saw him. He thought that it must only be certain movements which aggravate the wound. Either that or the morphine he was told was in his system was doing its job. He hoped it was the first, he didn't want this injury to become too much of a problem. Although he knew it was going to help him delve deeper in the underbelly of the cartel, he didn't want the Salazars to think of him as weak either. He was going to show them how he could handle it, and still be of great use to them. He was going to impress them.

As he laid back the hot water helped to relax him. He decided that as soon as possible he would make a call to Tony, tell him about the terrorist connections and see if he could get Division to put his return date back. Otherwise he was going to have to form a pretty swift plan of action, if this was going to be as successful as he hoped it would.

30 minutes later he was out of the bath, clean and feeling much better. He dressed slowly, in a pair of grey shorts and a black T-shirt. He didn't bother with anything else, he was too tired, and he had felt a snagging pain in his hip a few times as he had manoeuvred the clothes over his body, clearly disturbing something in his bone. What it was, was anyone's guess.

He opened the door again and slowly wheeled the chair back into the main room. He pulled himself up onto the bed and rubbed his hands across his eyes, he was exhausted. He couldn't understand why. He had been asleep for 5 days, and now he was tired, after having a bath and dressing himself. He laughed a little to himself, thinking about how silly it was that he was so tired. He hadn't exactly done anything worthy of tiring him in the past few hours.

He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes as his mind willed him to sleep. He gave in, deciding that his body probably knew best. He fell to sleep with dreamy thoughts of seeing the Salazars tomorrow. Tomorrow, he thought, it will be. The start of the demise of the Salazar name.