Wilde was scared. He knew he was dead if he told them what was happening. He also knew that his employers hadn't told him everything, which was what feared him the most. Would they believe him at all, he wondered as he began to shiver in the warm heated room. He tried to stay calm as Jack and a younger man whom he had never met, Chase, casually strode into the room.
His brave façade didn't last very long. There passive and almost nonchalant manner made Marcus nervous. Jack and Chase noticed this within minutes and kept it up until the prisoner began to tremble in his seat, squirming. Despite his efforts he was unable to stay quiet; instead he began to fidget in his seat, whimpering slightly as his pride slowly faded away and desperation and fear was all he knew.
"Untie me and I'll write down everything I know. Everything."
Jack turned his head to face Chase and raised and eyebrow at him, still perched on the edge of the table. From his seat by the two way, Chase smirked. Not a single word was spoken, but if possible Wilde began to squirm even more, trying to free his hands from the tight metal which bound him.
"Please…" He was close to tears. Jack didn't want to witness the man breakdown, it would waste time. Reaching over he pulled the pad towards himself before picking up the blunt pencil, knowing that the visual presence had helped break the man down even more.
"I got a better idea," Jack said thoughtfully. "You tell us everything you know, then I take the cuffs off, maybe even take you to a cell for the night." He paused. Wilde's mouth was agape as he hung onto Jacks every words as though they could grant him his freedom. "After we verify your information, of course."
"But, but I already told you things which you know are true…so there's no need to wait… I'm not going to… to lie! You can trust me," he stammered frantically.
Jacks face remained blank as he moved into the chair. Stretching slightly he leant back in his seat before crossing his arms over his chest as Chase had done, in the defiant 'I'm not gonna take any crap,' pose.
"Start talking."
Wilde did talk. None stop. He explained about the planned attack - as best as he could - claiming ignorance to the specific target and date, all he knew was that it would be soon. He knew some important details; the attack would consist of ten mini attacks in a concentrated area. But that was all he knew. They were aiming for chaos rather than casualties. That knowledge didn't reassure Jack or Chase, they knew they had to stop this.
Once Wilde stopped, Jack questioned him. Was he telling the truth, or everything he knew? Both Agents were certain the man was being honest, the accusations sent him into body wracking sobs as he apologised for his involvement over and over again. He was terrified and regretful, broken wide open for all to see. After undoing the cuffs Jack and Chase left the room silently, both minds reeling with information.
It was Chase whom spoke first, once they were in the confined area of Jacks office, but knowing Tony wasn't on top of what was going off.
"What happens next?"
Jack looked up at him intently but said nothing, his head also in pieces as he fought to concentrate on the problem. He closed his eyes in frustration, silently wondering if this problem had a plausible solution.