Jack stormed into the building fast with his gun and flashlight held steady in his hands, shocking the three men sat in a circle on the floor, playing some card game using an upturned crate as a table.

"Federal agent. Put your hands on your heads, now!"

He glanced around the dim room quickly and saw that it was being lit by a single lamp in the far corner, resting on the floor. There was no furniture in the room, and the old clumps of plaster and other rubbish scattered over the floor told him the house was a hang out nothing more.

He looked at the three scared men, none older than 25 with their hands now on top of their heads. None of them was 'Beanie,' he had seen a picture of him on file at C.T.U. Although all three were white, none of them looked even remotely like him. He saw the smallest of the three look towards a hallway leading into another room and instantly took off in that direction, knowing he had been looking at something or someone.

He ran through the dark hallway into another room and saw a much bigger man than himself jump out from the darkness in an attempt to attack him. He caught him off guard and slammed Jack into a wall where he dropped his gun and flashlight. The man treated Jack to a blow to the stomach, which he was too slow to block, and then another to the side of the face. Jack almost went down but managed to stay on his feet, realising that he had to do something fast or the three boys would get suspicious and come take a look at the fight. Once they realised who was on who they would probably join in, which wouldn't help matters right now.

The third punch was finally blocked and followed up with a left jab straight to the mans chin sending him backwards. Jack wasted no time and jumped on him, the force throwing them both to the floor as he landed another punch on the mans nose before they began rolling in a scuffle, the man regaining his strength despite the punches he took.

Jack felt another blow land on his face before the mans hands were round his neck choking him. Jacks hands went up to the mans and he tried to squeeze his pressure point to make him let go, but he missed it, the lack of air going into his lungs causing his vision to fog. He changed tactics knowing the man would expect it and began clawing at his arms to pull him off. He herd the man laugh at his efforts as he did this, but while doing that he tried to knee the man in his groin. His aim missed and caught the guys thigh instead. He lost his pace for a second, which Jack took as an opportunity to send his fist into the mans open stomach three times, finally winding him.

The hands came from his neck and then attempted to swing again. He did, but Jack rolled out form under him, the mans knuckles connecting with the bare concrete floor with a sickening crack, followed by a sharp cry of pain. Jack didn't care, he jumped up and saw the man was now on his knees, trying to get up but the pain slowing him down. Jack swung his leg out and his boot connected with the mans nose, dropping him to the floor, out cold.

Jack backed away and leant against the wall while he caught his breath, but knew he couldn't waste too long. Beanie wasn't here. Either he got out while he was fighting, or he was still in the house. He thought about searching it but decided to question the three men first. He looked over himself, his clothes now matted with dust and plaster amongst other things, from his scrap on the floor. He didn't have a mirror so he couldn't assess his face, but he could feel blood coming from the side of his head, running by his ear and down his neck. He wiped a it with the sleeve of his jumper, hoping to get it off. He didn't want to appear weak or vulnerable, or the three men may try something, if they were still there, and he may not be as lucky with three of them against him.

He picked up his gun and flashlight from the floor before walking back through the hallway. He smirked when he saw the three men still sat on the floor with their hands on their heads, eyes wide with fear and confusion. Jack pulled one pair of cuffs from his pocket, glad he had taken that spare set, and signalled for the biggest to come forward. He obeyed Jack's requests and was soon sat facing the wall with his hands behind his back. The second soon ended up in the same position, while the third, the youngest looking of the three wondered what the man was going to do with him.

Jack signalled for him to come with him, and the kid did, walking back to the room with the unconscious man laid in it, blood dripping down his face. Jack closed the door to the room so the other two wouldn't be able to hear, if this person didn't talk he would try the same technique with the other two later.

"Where is Beanie?" He asked sternly. He wasn't going to waste time here, he couldn't afford to.

"Who?"

"You know who. So tell me. Or end up like your friend here on the floor."

The guy swallowed, nervous as he glanced at his beaten friend. Jack could see he was about to speak, but the sound of approaching footsteps stopped him. Jack could tell they were coming towards them, from the back entrance of the house.

"Get against the wall, hands on your head, interlock your fingers. Now!" Jack ordered as he aimed his gun at the door, adrenaline now pouring through his veins. He was ready to take on whoever was coming for him this time.