The station was chaotic. The prisoners had been taken into individual holding cells but policemen were running too and fro trying to get identification and prints from each of them. Others were running around hurriedly to the seniors barked orders as they prepared for the next batch of captives who were on there way.
There was clearly lots of confusion and nervous energy along with the panic that Neilson's absence had created. The sirens wailing in the background completed the scene. Chase walked into the mess and grabbed a young and sweating man's arm so he stopped, looking up at Chase though bewildered eyes.
Chase impatiently flashed his badge and ordered the kid to take him to the officer in charge of the investigation. The kid ran back through the mess and didn't return until he had found Officer Weston, who didn't look pleased at Chases presence.
"We need to talk in private," he said coldly, making the officer nervous as he knew they had screwed up there own operation.
"Follow me."
Seated in one of the small interrogation rooms Chase wasted no time. "Your men invaded a bar today. I had an undercover agent in there who was just about to extract primary information on a terrorist attack which is going down in a few days time."
Weston looked pale, he rubbed his palms against his trousers as he nodded, both he and Chase knew he would comply with any orders he wished to give.
"We have to hope that all is not lost and that Jack can still establish his cover and retain the information. Here," he said showing the man Jacks badge, so he could see a picture of Jack. "Has this man arrived here?"
"First batch was only small, but I didn't see them. They were the hostiles who fought back and were wounded. The rest are 5 minutes out."
Chase clenched his hands at the thought of the wounded, what would he do if Jack were too injured to continue on with CTU's investigation?
"Have a man check the wounded for Jack, subtlety. I need you to place all of the men in the second ride in a holding cell together once they arrive."
Weston opened his mouth to protest but Chase quickly cut in, "that's the only chance Jack has to find out when and where this attack will occur."
Weston nodded and got up to leave, not daring to play the jurisdiction card. Chase held all of the cards in this pack. A sudden thought struck Weston. "What if he's in with the wounded"
Looking down at the floor Chase didn't know what would happen then. Not wanting to display the uncertainty Chase answered, "then you come get me ASAP."
"Yes sir," the bulky officer replied as he hurried on out of the room, hitching his trousers up as he went.
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