Chase struggled to open the door while juggling with the two cups of coffee and a file filed with the information Chloe had uncovered so far.
"Thanks for the help," Chase grunted, seeing Jack stretched out in a comfy leather chair watching him through the glass door as a smirk played across his face.
"You had it covered," he grinned, taking the steaming cup and sipping on it thoughtfully.
Chase took his time straightening the documents out before closing the blinds over the door to give themselves some privacy as they worked through the case. He knew that Tony barging in on them was the last thing they needed if they wanted to get a move on with this.
"Where's Jennifer?"
"I sent her away for the day. She agreed to come back tomorrow morning in case we need her influence over Wilde. I already gave her a visitors badge," he added, before turning his attention to the file,
"Chloe's upturned a few rocks on Tores accounts; there's a few things you need to take a look at."
Jack sat up in the chair, Chase had his attention. They both knew the money trail was always the strongest scent to follow. Wilde had given up information on the four founders and current leaders of TEIN, hopefully the money trail could confirm some of the information.
"It seems that the majority of Tores money was being poured into a bar."
"Cover?"
"Yeah," Chase nodded, "its probably some sort of command centre or storage for either the men or their weapons."
Jack nodded as he stared at the words printed in neat black type. He looked up and saw Chase grinning at him broadly, "that's no all," he added.
"So tell me!"
Morgan can confirm that Neilson has entered this bar every other day since the surveillance was first set up."
"How long for," Jack asked, wondering if this could be a coincidence, even if it was unlikely.
"Hours, and that's if he doesn't stay over for the night."
"Great," Jack said, Chase nodding in agreement. This was good news indeed. "You got specifics on the bar?"
"Its called the 'Foo Bar,' it's a rock and roll kind of place but has a generally older crowd - its not too popular. But Jack - it gets better…"
Jack looked annoyed, "tell me it all Chase I haven't got all day."
"The owner is one Michael Wilkes."
Jacks head snapped up, "what!"
"That's right - Daniel Wilkes brother."
Jack mused over the information as he finished off the coffee, Chase was too fidgety to stay still - Jack had no doubts that he wanted to get a team together and barge in, but something told Jack that wasn't the right thing to do.
"What if it's a trap?"
Chase looked confused, " Jack this sounds like too big of a lead to let go, and it fits."
"I'm not talking about letting it go, but these people have not covered there tracks very well. They all circle round to one another, if they were professionals we wouldn't be able to make any connection."
"So they're armatures, what does it matter! If they aren't well prepared it means we have more chance of stopping whatever it is they've planned."
"We're going to find out what they have planned - we may get away without raiding the bar until this is over."
"Wilde?"
"Yep. Lets go pay him a visit, $10 says he's pissed his pants."
"You're the boss," Chase muttered as they got up to leave, hoping they would be able to wrap the threat up soon; not allowing himself to think about what Jack had said or done to make Wilde so eager to talk.