She sipped at her coffee as Mandras told his tale, knowing that Jack was probably right, the teams would know where they were by now. Kingsley turned to face her now, asking her for an opinion. She thought about her response carefully, this was their way of testing her. She could agree with Jack and force them to move or fight the agents. But if they weren't as close as she assumed they were they would know she lied, and she would be back at square one. If she went against Jack, she could increase there chances of being found by CTU. Then she could give up her information and be free to go, the pardon was still waiting for her after all.
"Its a lie," she sighed, "CTU can't get satellite coverage of the area so there's no way they know we are here. They may be in the area, but I doubt they will come knocking again; they don't like to be wrong twice."
Mandras watched her carefully, Peter didn't seem too interested in what she said, he would decide what to do despite Ninas information. He liked to be the decision maker, but he didn't like to be wring either.
"You still have the cameras - activate them, if they are coming we will see them," Mandras suggested.
"That's no use, they only have a hundred yard vision. If they're coming they can be on top of us in five minutes and we wouldn't see it coming."
"It doesn't matter they aren't coming," Nina said strongly, demanding attention.
"Then he's playing us!" Mandras yelled, frustrated. He stormed out of the office before Nina or Peter could say anything. Once he had left Peter glanced up at Nina and rased an eyebrow, seemingly amused with the situation. He turned his attention back to the laptop and Nina looked back down at her hands, the hot coffee warming them through the pot cup.
Mandras stormed back into the interrogation room and leant over Jack, his hands on the restrained mans arms as he snarled in his face.
"You think your funny? We know what you're up to, and I promise you this Bauer, you made a mistake, I'm going to make you regret your little game."
Jack didn't look up at the man towering down on him, he was sure the man could keep his promise. Maybe they had someone from the inside who told them they were clear, or maybe Nina had told them he was lying. He didn't care, truth was he was probably right, it had been at least a couple of hours since he had been taken. CTU would be looking for him, the first thing they would do was search the area, this place wouldn't be overlooked.
Mandras watched the man whom was clearly thinking and grew agitated, he wasn't intimidated by his presence; which didn't happen often. He took a step back as he considered starting his fun now or when Peter came, maybe he should wait. Then again, maybe he should teach the man a lesson he would not forget this time.
He did neither as his cell rang. He hastily pulled it from his pockets and looked at the caller id. Why was Kingsley calling him? He didn't get time to answer it, the man hung up before he could accept the call, which he found suspicious.
"I'll be right back," he muttered to Jack as he trudged down the hallway, confusion still written on his face. He didn't see Nina, or the black fire extinguisher she held in both hands. As she leapt out from the darkness and hit him full force in the face with the base of the instrument there was nothing he could do except fall to the ground. He was dazed from the hit, but not knocked out. Nina didn't wait to see she turned and ran, but the strong hand which tightened its grip around her ankle told her she had made a mistake, one she wouldn't make twice. She turned around and slammed the metal instrument against his had once more, his grip loosened. A third hit and he let go completely, fell still, unmoving. Nina wasn't sure if it was trick or not, so she hit him again and again until she realised she had caused some major damage, if he was lucky. She had probably crushed his skull.
She didn't have time to feel bad about he reactions, she listened for anything to indicate that others had herd the struggle, nothing happened so she grabbed him under the arms and dragged his heavy frame to the open office door, where Kingsley was handcuffed to the wall. She stopped to rest twice before laying him down next to Peter and tying him up the same way, he didn't have any handcuffs on him so rope had to do. She leaned against the table for a moment to catch her breath, she was exhausted from the excursion and clearly out of shape. She pulled Peters cell form her pocket and smiled, it had done the trick. Taking a moment to scan the room she smiled, Peters face was red and blotchy, the room still smelled of her hot coffee. He too had made a mistake, by trusting her. She looked at the nasty gash on his head where she had smashed the cup against it; he would be luckier than Mandras, he would survive.