Heller watched with panic as two men dragged Jack away - had they decided that he was more trouble than worth? He forced himself to concentrate on Omar as he began to speak again, anything to distract himself from dark thoughts of what might happen to Jack as dread filled the pit of his stomach.
"Soon we will take you for your verdict, Mr. Secretary, I have to tell you… we will make sure your people know of your cowardice. You Americans live in a fantasy of bravado and courage, yet you run from your own fate," he spat. Heller wisely said nothing, and quietly followed where the hands around his arms directed him.
Omar led him back to the cell but he was slammed against the wall before allowed entrance. To men pinned him still as a third tightly cuffed his hands together before him. Heller scowled but didn't put up a struggle, he was silent as they practically threw him into the room and bolted the door shut behind him.
Heller immediately noticed Jack sat on the floor against the wall and moved over to him calling his name. Jack was looking off to the opposite wall, blood ran down his chin and Heller couldn't help but notice how dazed his eyes looked, the sweaty face not making him look any healthier. At least he was alive.
Jack glanced up at Heller before shifting his gaze back to the wall as his eyes filled with guilt and anger. He tried to shift his position a little, only then did Heller even notice Jack arms had been cuffed behind his back. They had blown there only chance of escape; correction, he thought: he had blown it all.
Heller squatted down before Jack, deciding that getting right in his face would be the only way to try and make Jack listen to him.
"I'm sorry sir," Jack blurted as Heller sat down before him.
"What for?" Heller was genuinely confused.
"I should have tried harder to get you out," he said quietly, not meeting the mans eyes, his own were filled to the brim with disappointment in himself.
"You saved Audrey didn't you?" There was a hint of humour in the mans voice, it made Jack reach his eyes before quickly glancing away again.
"I believe so, if they had found her they would be rubbing it in our faces. We have to assume she's safe."
Heller nodded in agreement as silence surrounded the men, both lost in thoughts of Audrey and their situation. Heller finally spoke, knowing he had to try and make Jack understand his feelings about his situation before it were too late.
"Jack," Heller began, but he was cut off when the door was roughly swung open and Omar's men rambled in.
"Wait," he asked as two men pulled him up; if this was going to be his end he needed to speak to Jack now, otherwise the man would blame himself for his death; he knew Jack as well as he knew himself and he knew it was how he would react if the situation were reversed.
Jack was watching the men grab Heller, he tried to get up but a gun was aimed at his face so he stayed seated despite his urge to charge the man. Neither of them had noticed Omar slip into the room, Heller jumped when he herd the familiar sickening voice.
"Don't worry Heller, you will get your time on camera before your execution." Jack flinched at the word but his face remained passive.
"Wait, please…" He pleaded as the men pulled him out of the room. He knew it was no good and desperation began to build inside of him; he had to make Jack understand.
"You saved my daughter Jack," Heller bellowed as he was pulled further away. Jack sat up and tried to move again, but was held down by more men as Heller continued to call out to him.
"You saved her Jack, you! I chose to be here… please believe me… I chose this death!" His voice hurt, the arms pulling him away were strong and he had to stop shouting as he tried to fight them harder, but it didn't matter. He was out of the room now, being pulled down another hallway. He ended his struggle and began to walk on his own, not wanting to give these men the satisfaction of thinking he was scared; when he wasn't. He wouldn't allow them to make him fear, his emotions were the only things he had left.
He was pulled into the room which was already prepared for him, the lights and flag well positioned around the chair in which he would sit in as they would kill him. He tried not to dwell on the thought as he was pushed into the wooden chair, his hands and legs bound to it with Velcro. The men were talking in there own language and ignoring him so Heller boldly stared at the camera positioned before him. He knew they weren't recording yet but he wanted to be prepared; he would show the people of America he was not scared, they had not won.
Omar knelt before him and spoke in his ear softly, it sent chills down Heller's back.
"A touching goodbye with your friend, but I'm afraid you wasted your energy."
Heller stared at him confused, but did not speak.
"He will be joining you in a moment, you will leave this world together," he snarled, as Heller tried to hide the surprise and worry from his face.