"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" Bryan said on the verge of shouting, looking back up at Jackson.
Jackson paused to pull the revolver out of his pocket and pointed it at Bryan.
"I don't think. I know what I'm doing, just to fix your question. But then, you don't have much a question, do you?" Jackson said, letting a villainous tone take over his voice. "You wanna chat, Bryan? Let's have a little chat. But to make things interesting, know now that your life and Sasha's life are on the line with your every move and word. Take a seat."
"What are you talking abo..."
"SIT or I'll pull this fucking trigger."
"Okay okay, calm down. I'm sitting."
Jackson bent down to pick up the key that caused this sudden rush of authority and put it in his pocket without missing this time. He walked over closer to Bryan, still aiming the gun at him but, still keeping his distance.
"Okay. Here's the deal, Bryan. You have information that I need. If you comply and get the information for me, no harm done. If you don't, well, I'm afraid to speak of the consequences. Got me?"
Bryan just sat with a dazed look at Jackson. He had no idea what was going on.
"What information are you talking about, Jackson?"
"I'm glad you asked. Information on a certain political figure that you know very well. Charles Keefe. Information on his whereabouts over the next week."
"Why is god's name do you need to know that?"
Jackson unlocked the gun.
"I said, let's have a chat, Bryan. Not, 'let's play 21 questions, with Jackson'. Would you like to continue?" he asked pointing the gun closer to Bryan's head.
"No," Bryan said flatly.
"Good to hear. Good to hear," Jackson replied. "Now, are you going to help your friend or are you going to make things difficult for you and I both?"
There was a silence between them as Bryan looked at the anger in his eyes.
"BRYAN," Jackson shouted.
"I'll help you," Bryan mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I'LL HELP YOU," he shouted at Jackson.
"Good. Now tell me what I need to know," Jackson ordered.
"I don't know that off the top of my head. I'm security for the White House. Not Keefe's personal assistant."
"Then, how in the hell are you planning on helping me, Bryan?" Jackson asked, becoming more and more frustrated.
There was a slight pause, as Jackson waited for an answer.
"I'm not."
Bryan suddenly punched Jackson, sending him to the floor. Bryan ran upstairs to the 2nd floor of the house to the master bedroom. Jackson, gaining the energy stood back up and started running after Bryan. He quickly unlocked the front door and dialed Joe's cell phone number, as he ran up the stairs.
"Yeah?" Joe answered.
"I NEED BACKUP. NOW. GET ALEX TOO. FRONT DOOR'S UNLOCKED," Jackson shouted into the phone and abruptly hung it up. Jackson ran up the stairs, finding himself in all new territory, in a whole new set of rooms.
"You can't hide from me, Bryan. You may be security for the White House. But, does it look like you've got me intimidated?"
Jackson paced up and down the hallway with his gun pointed in various directions, briskly kicking opening doors to each room. Then, out of the doorway to Jackson's left, came Bryan.
"I wasn't trying to intimidate you," he said pointing his own gun at Jackson. "I was putting you in your place. You're in my house."
Bryan began walking towards Jackson and Jackson walking backwards towards the stairs. Jackson still had his gun pointed at Bryan but, he knew it didn't serve much of a purpose, considering Bryan had one too. They stopped at the stairs with their guns still pointed at each other.
"Leave and get out of my house," Bryan ordered to Jackson.
"LET ME GO!" Jackson suddenly heard somebody scream at the bottom of the steps.
They both heard feet walking up the steps and slowly, Alex and Joe appeared with a terrified Sasha.
"I SAID LET ME GO!" She screamed as she tried to squirm out of the rough handling of Alex and Joe.
Jackson turned back to Bryan and just absorbed the terror that had now returned to his face.
"Sure, I'll get out of your house, Bryan," Jackson said, smirking. "But, I'm not leaving until I get the information I came here for. Even if it's a matter of leverage," he continued, turning to look at Sasha.