The men from earlier charged back inside the cell, slightly weary when they saw Jack was stood pacing around the room as anger soared through his eyes. With a man on each arm and a gun pressed into his back Jack gave no resistance and instead quietly walked through the compound with them as thoughts raced through his mind.
His hands were cuffed tightly together with barely and chain between the two metal bracelets, but he was sure he could get them in front of him rather than behind, if he were given the chance. He knew that to do so he would have to be quick, these men were cautious around him since their earlier failed escape.
They passed through another warehouse and Jack sighed as he saw even more corridors, the place was like a maze and he knew that if he were given the chance to escape again, he would struggle to find Heller. He knew where the staging room was but had no idea how to get there.
Thoughts of Audrey pushed themselves through his defensive barrier and into his mind and he felt some relief sweep over him, it was comforting. At least he had saved her, if he had failed Heller. He didn't allow any thoughts of Kim to enter his mind, he knew he needed to be fully alert if he wanted to save Heller and the damaging and painful images of his daughter would make him lose focus. Instead he concentrated on observing the rooms he was being directed through as he strained to hear anything which could help him. The occasionally thought of Audrey filtered into his senses, the knowledge of her safety giving him both confidence and strength.
The men stopped him in another almost bare room and he was pushed towards a crate and ordered to sit on it. Jack did so, feeling a sudden surge of energy pulsate throughout his body. In this position he could easily slip his hands underneath himself so they were cuffed before him; the only problem was how he could do it, when three well trained men were positioned closely around him with orders not to let him out of their sight.
He sat still and watched as the men talked amongst themselves, his hands balled into tight and unseen fists as he waited for some sort of opportunity.
Erin ran a hand through her tensely as the blank screen sprang to life with an image before her. It was the same image they had seen earlier - Secretary Heller bound to a chair, two terrorists with covered face stood on either side of him before the backdrop flag, one holding a gun, the other a microphone. Erin closed her eyes briefly, this only confirmed her thoughts - Jack had failed.
Grabbing the phone she dialled the correct extension and waited for it to be answered.
"This is Discrol, put me through to the strike team."