It was the loud ring which pulled him from his thoughts, and momentarily confused him. He looked around for a while wondering if it was some sort of alarm until he remembered the two phones he had recently consumed. He looked on the bedside table and saw both of them laid next to each other, the black one from Amador blinking rapidly. He snatched it up and pressed the talk button, then waited.
"Your a little late." He herd a crisp British accent say.
"Yes I am." Jack muttered.
"Who is this? This is not Ramon Salazar."
"This is Jack Bauer. All you need to know is that I will be conducting business for the Salazars from now on."
"I think I'd like some sort of confirmation before we deal..." He herd the voice say, unsure.
"Of course."
"Are you still interested in my offer? The deadline went by two hours ago, what makes you think we still have the goods to offer?"
Jack smiled to himself for a moment, he was dealing with an amateur. "You called me remember."
"Your right I did." He said, a definite squirm in his voice, he could tell he was loosing control in where the conversation was going. "So what will it be?" He asked, annoyed now.
"Send us the information about it, the brief. And of course a sample, and we'll get back to you."
"Jack I can't go around giving people samples, what if you reduplicate the material?"
Jack laughed again. "Well Amador - then there would be a problem. Seen as you have the only recipe, unless....." He didn't need to continue, Amador knew exactly what he was suggesting.
"I will have my contact deliver it to the Salazar compound tomorrow. Call me afterwards."
Jack hung up the phone satisfied that the conversation had gone the way he wanted it. Amador was already losing control, and Jack had almost caught him out twice. He knew the man was not a professional in this kind of market, he must be working for someone else, as Jack was for the Salazars. He made a mental note of this, he would need to know who he was working for if C.T.U were going to brig them down afterwards.
He sat up slowly and then pulled his clothes back on, some black trousers and a white tee. His ribs hurt when he pulled the tight fitting material over his head but he ignored it. He had more important things to get on with. Once fully dressed and washed he picked up his new silver flip phone, curtesy of Ramon, and dialled the number for the main house. Lais answered, and after a quick few words and a few minutes waiting Ramon was on the phone.
"Ramon its Jack."
"Hold on Jack. Me and Hector will be over at yours in 5, okay."
"Sure."
Jack hung up the phone and slowly made his way into the main room, hating every second in the chair. He couldn't wait for Gregory to get him on his feet again - discarding his thought on escape completely, it was doing his wounded pride no good. It made him appear weak, a liability. He didn't want others thinking that about him, and he certainly didn't want to think that about himself, as he was beginning to. He sat up as he herd a vehicle pull up, now ignoring the throb present in his hip too.
The Salazar brothers clambered through the door and took seats opposite Jack. Before he could tell them about his contact with Amador Ramon shocked him by telling him first - they already knew about his phone call with Amador. Upon seeing Jacks confused expression they explained that they bugged Amadors cell, just incase. Jack smiled, happy with the explanation, for a moment he had worried that the brothers had bugged his room. That would not be good, he thought, as he would already be dead for his doings with Claudia. Jack smiled and made idle chat with the brothers to hide his relief, then decided to double check his own phone.
"I thought you said the phones were unable to be bugged?"
"No Jack." Hector responded, happy to fill in the blanks. "Your phone can not be bugged, or traced, and nobody could listen in either - we don't want some government monitoring our calls do we!" He laughed, and Jack did too - he could still contact C.T.U right under their noses and they wouldn't have a clue. Sure, they would hear his calls with Amador which would make his plans a little harder, but at least he still had a solid line, which is what he needed more than anything now.
Ramon rummaged through the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Brandy and some glasses for the three to drink. He poured each a shot and declared a toast, to their first step in making a fortune. They clinked glasses and swallowed the fiery substance, before Jack decided to take advantage of the good mood. He explained that the brothers shouldn't have to come to him every time he needed something, and declared he wanted a van or something, to help him get from one place to another. His injures were slowing him down too much. The brothers nodded approval, but Hector couldn't understand why he didn't want the one he had accumulated a few months back, the owner of which, now dead. Ramon laughed again at how naive his little brother could be and explained how Jack would need a legitimate ride, and something small and easy the drive too, given his position. Jack nodded his head and smiled appreciatively, giving his thanks before the two left shortly afterwards. In less than an hour a small ford was parked outside and the keys in his back pocket. Jack allowed himself a few more shots of the Brandy and a laugh at his luck in this so far, it could have been a lot harder.