Jack made sure to leave the door open in the interrogation room as he stepped inside. Wilde looked up from his seat, still restrained, as he wondered what more he could give them without giving himself away. He watched Jack with caution, knowing this was the man who had caused him so much pain earlier - knowing he would tell him more and more if they continued to press him anymore. Only it seemed that they had all of the information they needed, they were no longer asking questions.

Jack leant with his arms on the back of the metal chairs facing Wilde, his silence was intimidating Marcus more then empty threats would. He knew not to bother taking a seat, Chase would be by soon with Jennifer.

Finally, growing weary of the silence, Wilde chose to speak.

"I told you everything I know…"

Jack smiled wickedly, he was trying to boost his own confidence, which made his fear apparent, even though it had been coming off of him in waves earlier.

"Your not very dedicated to your cause, are you?"

Wilde looked at Jack, unsure of his intentions, not enjoying the smug smirk which flittered over his lips.

"What do you mean?"

"Well you squealed on your buddies pretty quick - I hope that if I were ever to take up illegal activities, I would not be stupid enough to employ somebody as dumb and easy as you to cover my tracks."

Marcus tried to move but the metal cuffs prevented it; so instead he stared as Jack as his face slowly changed to a deeper shade of red; Jack had hit a nerve.

"I'm right aren't I?" Jack watched as the man shifted uncomfortable in the seat, deciding that only a little more prodding would be needed before Wilde was headed in the right direction.

"Why did you join TEIN if you had in interest in the cause? Were you bored or something," Jack asked, faking a laugh. Wilde was furious.

"Lets see how funny you think you are when you and your buddies run out of body bags next week," he spat, unable to control his anger.

Jack faked a look of surprise. "Next week?" He asked, nonchalantly, "wow. I'm surprised Marcus; because just hours ago you were crying like a worthless piece of shit telling us you didn't know any specifics about the attack we know has been planned…"

He slowed down for a moment as the visible fear and shock filtered back onto Wilde's face; knowing he had just given himself up and had possible fallen into the Agents hands perfectly.

"I don't know what you mean," he said weakly, looking around the room for some sort of way out of the situation.

Slowly walking around the table Jack dropped a notepad and pencil onto the table before moving back by the door. Both men knew the prisoner was unable to write down any information with his arms stuck behind his back, painfully tight.

"I think you do."

"I told you all I know!" His voice was whiney, he was scared. He knew he had screwed up, his temper had gotten him into trouble, again.

"No you didn't. You gave us substantial information on Carson, Wilkes, Mere and Stained; and that information can be useful to us. Didn't I tell us that the fact that you gave up said information would help your case?"

"Yeah…" He wasn't sure where this was going.

"Well that's only the case when you have told us everything. Now we know you know more, the previous information you submitted is now worthless to your own case."

"You asshole! Its still useful to you," he yelled, as Jack walked over to close the door. This was getting better. They could save the trick with his sister for later, to squeeze the last drops out of him. Jack knew he would be getting more out of the man without her help.

"Listen to me carefully Wilde," Jack muttered, his vice menacingly low, "I will give you one chance to save yourself here. The information you provided on the leader and founders was good, but you and I both know its not good enough to stop what's planned."

Wilde sat quietly straining to stay calm, how could he have been so stupid?

"I don't think you really care about this attack. If you really believed in what you were doing you wouldn't have given up any information, you would have just taken the pain. Trust me I know this," he growled, his own face reddening, he wanted to get the information fast. Maybe he wouldn't have to try get into TEIN after all.

"I don't know what's going to happen to you after this, its out of my hands. You're too deep into this to save your freedom, but you can still save your life."

He paused, Wilde was crying. He was scared. He was angry. He was so God damned pathetic. He knew the mans words were right, but he wasn't sure if he could do anything abut it.

"I'll be back in a few minutes; think about it," he said hastily, "its your ass on the line… Is it worth this?"

As the door closed behind Jack Wilde let his head roll forward as tears began to drip down his face. What had he done? How was he going to get out of this? He closed his eyes now wanting to help, but knowing with certainty that it was too late to prevent what had been planned.