Chapter 6

"Well, I just spoke to the head of security," Charlie began his report from his phone call to the team, "They are sending over the footage from those areas. I asked about the terminal and he said that there's only one airline that goes in and out of that terminal."

"Which airline is it?" Sophie asked, eager to know the answer. "British Airways," he announced. "That's a pretty big airline to be going after," Emily remarked, "I wonder what they did to him."

"Well, they don't have the greatest reviews online," Sophie said, raising her eyebrows. "I haven't had the best experiences with them either," Jack called from the other side of the room. "See, I thought they were fine, I didn't have any problems at all," Emily contested. "Anyways, whatever they did made him angry enough that he targeted them specifically," Emily steered them back on track.

The team pondered for a while about the "what ifs" while Jack continued to review the footage. About an hour later, Jack had finally found what he had been looking for. "Aha!" Jack shouted from his desk in the corner, startling the other three agents in the room. "I got 'em," he said as he stood up and made his way to the others. He then projected what was on his screen onto the large television monitor on the wall.

"Watch," he ordered. On the screen, they saw a man who appeared to be about five feet six inches, judging by the marker by the door. He was stout, with a round belly and broad shoulders, and on his jawline, a clearly identifiable port wine birthmark was visible. As he walked from the doors toward the employee's locker room, pressure cooker in hand, he smiled and waved to the security guard on duty, who returned his wave. He was wearing the scally cap that they had seen in the other footage and wore dark pants, a collared uniform shirt, and an identification lanyard that all other employees had on as well.

"I can run his face through a database now that I can see the damn thing," Jack said, relieved. "Perfect, the faster we do that, the faster we can identify and catch this guy," Emily said, pleased with what Jack was able to find.

Jack returned to his desk to begin his new task. Meanwhile, Emily, Sophie, and Charlie turned back to the table and whiteboard. Suddenly, they heard a ringing and realized that it was Emily's phone. She answered the phone by saying "This is Prentiss."

"Hi, ma'am, it's me, George," she heard from the other end of the line. "Oh hi, George," she responded, "what did you find?" she asked. "Well, we spoke with the chief of security and he said there were a few people who came forward and said they thought they saw something," he answered. "That's good. So, I assume you and Amelia have or will be interviewing them?"

"Well, the chief already did that. He ruled out most of them, he went off of what we already knew and knew right from the get-go that they were not reliable witnesses." George continued. "Oh," Emily responded. "What about the rest? The ones that he didn't rule out?" she asked.

"There was only one. I haven't spoken with him yet, but according to the chief, he might've seen him drop the bag with the bomb. Once we talk to him, we'll have a pretty good idea of where he placed it and how he snuck it over there. I mean he obviously didn't go walking out in all those people with the pressure cooker exposed, then they'd know something is up," he added.

"Good. When will you be able to talk to him?" Emily asked. "Should be able to talk to him any time now, just waiting for him to finish up with one of the officers," George responded. "Alright, let me know what you find out from him," "Very well, talk to you in a bit," George said before he hung up.

Emily yawned and looked at her watch. When she realized that her watch was still on U.S. time, she looked up at the clock on the wall and then back at her watch again. It was at this time that she realized how long she had been up for. She looked at the other two agents who were waiting to hear from her on what their next task would be. She yawned again and covered her mouth as she did so. "I hate to do this to you guys," she started to say, "but I've been awake for almost 24 hours now. I need to rest for a little while, is there somewhere that I can lay down for a little while? Just a half hour that's all I need," she asked.

"It's completely understandable. I don't know how you've been so attentive, and on the ball this whole time if you've been up that long. I know I wouldn't be," Charlie responded. "There's a couch in your office, a quite comfy one if you ask me," he joked. "Come on, I'll show you where it is," he nodded his head towards the doorway. "Thank you. I promise I'll only be there for a little while, a half hour, forty-five minutes tops," she assured them. "You take as long as you need. You deserve it. Besides, we can hold down the fort for a little while," Sophie told her.

Charlie led Emily to her office which was three doors down from the room they had been working in. He helped her put down the shades so that the room was dark enough that she could get some rest. She thanked him and said, "If you find out anything important while I'm sleeping, wake me up immediately," He nodded and closed the door on his way out of the room, returning to the room with Jack and Sophie.

"What do you think about her so far?" Charlie asked Sophie, curious as to what she thought about their new boss. "I like her, I really do. I think she's going to be a great chief," Sophie responded cheerfully. "She seems like a tough cookie," Charlie said. "Have you heard about how her team took down Ian Doyle, the Irish mobster? Put 'em behind bars and then, when she was in the states, he escaped and went after her whole team from back in the day. Her an' Clyde were the only two he didn't kill, I mean I'm sure they were on his list but still. And then, her team in the states took 'em out, just like that," he spoke as though he was a narrator in a Broadway show.

"She'd kick yer ass in two seconds," Jack commented to Charlie from across the room. "You think so?" Charlie said with a smirk. "I'd bet money on it," Jack responded. Charlie let out a short laugh and turned back to Sophie. "She'd kick his ass too," he whispered to her. "What's that you said, boyo? Talking smack?" Jack asked. "Oh no, just stating a fact," Charlie said laughing. They all laughed and then went back to what they had to do. Jack turned back to his computer, Sophie to the whiteboard, and Charlie did what he did best. He fooled around like the child he could be at times.