Jack had suited up for the operation leaving Morgan to get the prisoner ready too. Dressed in a scruffy pair of jeans with holes on the knees and a black tee, Jack was sure he'd blend in. On the collar of his shirt a small listening device had been planted. Jack had objected, but had given in at Chases insistence, it would be helpful if he missed anything, and remain unseen to the untrained eye. Even if he was thoroughly searched it would not be seen, so what was there to lose?
Closing his locker Jack moved over to the low bench and began to tie up his boots as he tried to clear his head. Running ideas and scenarios through his mind he was confident the operation would be a success. He hoped it would be easy to get talking to the men , he needed a date, the location could be easily narrowed down. If he could get under with them, even a spot on the team, that would be okay, he could make it work. But what he really wanted was a time and location on the hit.
Leaving the locker area Jack was surprised to see Chase waiting, but then when he saw the younger agent flanked in assault gear he realised he shouldn't have been surprised at all.
"You're not coming," he said before moving past him, Chase was quick to follow.
"I'll do surveillance from the perimeter. I've already gotten a van prepped. All I wanna do is stay close by Jack, there's no harm in that."
"Yes there is, it isn't necessary." Both men knew Chase had won but the fight wasn't over.
"What if something happens and Wilde escapes?"
Looking down at the floor Jack sulked, "Fine. Surveillance only. If something happens, you wait for my order. Got it?" he demanded.
"What if you can't give the order?"
"Don't be a smart ass Chase," he called as he walked away, heading towards the cells where Wilde was waiting.
The bar was narrow but long in length, and dark due to the dimmed lighting. Jack glanced around the area casually as he and Wilde walked towards one of the booths which lined the back wall, leaving very little space between the bar and the seating area. Jack correctly assumed that this place hadn't been designed with the intention of maximising customers, if anything it wanted to do the opposite so they could get on with business undisturbed.
Music was playing but the place was near deserted, it was low in volume but Jack couldn't help but wonder if Chase could hear anything over it through the mike.
"Beer?" Jack asked, as Wilde slid into the furthest booth in the corner. He nodded nervously before Jack stepped over to the bar, knowing the drink would help calm the man down. A youngish looking man wearing a ripped tee with his hair in his eyes looked annoyed when he saw Jack, he'd had his head bent over a folder which seemed to be vying for his attention. Jack couldn't help but wonder what was in it, information on the attack? The hit on this place would be like finding a gold mine.
"Yeah?" The guy asked, clearly pissed off.
"Two beers," Jack stated, not backing off but not causing a problem either.
The guy moved away to get the beers, talking over his shoulder, "I've not seen you here before."
"He's with me," Wilde shouted from his seat in the booth. The bartender looked over his shoulder at the man, before raising his eyebrows and making a whistling sound, grinning as he handed Jack his drinks. "They're on the house," he added, before going back to the work waiting for him inside the tattered black folder which held Jacks' attention.
"What now," Marcus asked Jack, taking a sip of the beer first.
"You tell me."
"What," he yelled in a whisper.
"This is your territory, I'm following your lead," Jack lied.
"But-"
"But what? Your sisters sat in a cell being interrogated right now. The only way you can get her out of your mess is to come through. Wait until anybody significant gets here and then get to work."
With shaking hands Wilde raised the beer again as he nodded his head in agreement with what Jack had said. It wasn't like he had a choice.