Bryan's eyes quickly turned dull and weary, as they darted between Jackson and Sasha.

"So, what's it going to be Mr. Greenley? Because, I don't have the time for anymore rash action stunts like what just happened in the living room," Jackson said, grabbing Sasha's face and turning his attention back to Bryan. "Drop the gun. Now."

"DON'T YOU DARE HURT HER!" Bryan shouted at Jackson, as his shaky hand dropped the gun to the floor.

Jackson bent down to pick it up and put it in his coat pocket where he originally had his other gun.

"So, I'm going to ask you the same question. How are you going to help me? And the answer better be more pleasing than last time," he threatened.

"I'll help you. I'll help you. Just… please don't hurt Sasha. She's not a part of this."

"That doesn't answer my question, Bryan. I said HOW not IF," Jackson said getting frustrated again.

"I'll… there's… there's a computer database. Only workers at the White House can access. They have schedules on there. I can look up Keefe for you. From my computer. Downstairs. In the office."

"Great. Gentlemen, be so kind as to escort Sasha downstairs. I've got Bryan."

Alex, Joe, and Sasha went down first. Bryan followed after and Jackson was last. Once at the bottom of the stairs, Sasha told Alex and Joe where to go to find the office. Everyone followed in and Jackson locked the door behind him.

"Okay Bryan, do your business."

"Can you please let me go now? I just came back because I forgot my lesson plans!" Sasha said, still trying to get out of the two men's grasp.

Nobody said anything.

Bryan sat down in the computer chair and opened internet explorer. He typed in a web address and quickly made the page full screen so that Jackson couldn't see or remember the address. Once the page loaded, all Jackson could see was a plain white page. It was nothing special, except for the username and password box centered in the middle of the screen. Bryan entered 'bgreenley' as his username and a series of numbers and letters for his password. He clicked enter and suddenly an official White House page was displayed on the screen. Bryan proceeded to click 'Schedules' and then, he chose 'Charles Keefe' from a huge list of names and political figures. He scanned the screen for Charles Keefe's schedule for the current week.

"Keefe's staying at the Lux Atlantic Hotel in Miami. With his family."

Lux Atlantic. Miami.

Jackson's face lit up as he remembered the conversation he had with Sandra on the airplane about it being under new management. But, what was the woman's name?

"Does it say who owns the Lux Atlantic?"

"Yeah. New management. Contact Lisa Reisert."

Lisa Reisert. Bingo.

"Well, Bryan. You've done good."

"You know you're just going to get caught anyway, Jackson. This is pretty damn stupid of you."

"You want to know how much I care about what you think, Bryan? Do you?"

Jackson turned around and walked over to Sasha. He grasped his hand around her neck, shoving her hard into the wall. He just looked at her, with the fear in her eyes.

"Jackson! Let go of me!" she shouted.

But, her scream was soon muted out by the collision of their lips, as Jackson gave her one harshly deep kiss. He let his hands slide off her neck and threw her again against the wall. Alex and Joe grabbed a hold of her again.

"THAT is how much I care," Jackson said, answering his own question, as he returned to look at Bryan.

"AND YOU WONDER WHY I DON'T LIKE YOU!" Sasha shouted at him. "You're always so possessive over the things you want and can't have, just like you were to me! I still have the scars on my back! You think I don't remember!"

Jackson just pretended to filter out Sasha's voice and ignored her. But really, he did remember exactly what Sasha was talking about and winced at the thought of the abuse he caused her 18 years ago. Bryan just stared at Jackson in stunned silence for kissing his wife. Jackson unlocked the door and walked out. He signaled for Joe and Alex to follow him and let go of Sasha. The 3 men followed Jackson into the kitchen as he grabbed his computer bag and put the gun back into his pocket where Bryan's gun currently was. They started heading for the front door when Bryan stepped into their path with a phone in his hand.

"And what exactly are you planning on doing, Bryan?" Jackson asked, crossing his arms.

"If you take one step out of this house, I'll call and report you to authorities."

"So, let me get this straight. Upstairs, you're threatening me at gun point to get me out of your house. Now, you're threatening to call the authorities, if I leave. What is it that you want me to do?"

"I have no idea what you're planning with that information, Jackson. But, I know you're up to no good. I'm not going to let you get away with this."

"Oh really? Well, I don't think you have a choice. Seeing as, if you call the authorities claiming that I'm planning to do something to Mr. Keefe, you've basically assisted me in the situation giving me information on his whereabouts and you're just as much in trouble, as I am, if not more, considering nothing's happened yet. Not to mention, you'll definitely lose your job once the White House finds out. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

Bryan just stood there staring at Jackson. He knew that he'd been beaten and he hated the feeling. He clicked the off button on the phone, as the 3 men busted past him smirking and laughing. They opened the front door, as Joe and Alex walked out. Jackson stopped to turn around to look at Bryan and quickly shut the door behind him.

The 3 men walked off down the driveway. Once outside the iron gates, they stopped for a minute and all gave each other handshakes for a job well done.

"How exactly are we getting out of here?" Jackson asked.

"Already taken care of," Alex answered. "Our truck is parked right over there in the woods. We had to hide it when we got here."

"Gotcha. Well, what are we doing standing here?" Jackson said. "Let's get the hell out of here."

They walked off into the woods to get to the hidden truck. Jackson threw both revolvers and the key to the safe into the woods to dispose of them.

"I won't be needing these. Not with 2 more airport security checks to go through," he thought to himself.

The sun was just beginning to set in the mountains. He could see the glimpse of sunlight shining in between the tree trunks. Within 12 hours, Jackson had accomplished what he couldn't have even imagined that morning. Now, he had every single bit of information he needed to complete case 29847. But his success, lied within the soul of one single person.

Lisa Reisert.

From here on, the adventure was only just beginning for Jackson Rippner and his fate… soon, to be discovered.