Jake led his former friends inside his house. They seemed nervous, which was good for Jake, he couldn't have them feeling too comfortable. Terry asked about Rosa and Gina, and Jake told him that they'd see the girls soon enough. As the group walked down the hall the tension grew thicker and thicker. Even so, no one realized that Jake had locked the door behind them. No one questioned why Jake was leading them down to the basement instead of to the dining room. Perhaps the detectives thought they were going to play a quick game of pool while waiting for the ladies, or maybe they assumed that Jake was leading them to grab a quick drink in a basement bar. They must've still trusted him after all these years. Their mistake. "After you," Jake said as he held the door open and motioned for his old colleagues to enter the basement. "I'll be right behind you."
In the basement, the lights were dim. So dim that the three cages against the walls couldn't be seen. Well...almost. One cage was covered with a tarp, the other two remained in sight. Charles was the first to notice, turning around to ask Jake what the hell was going on, but he was too late. Jake already had a gun locked and loaded on the captains temple.
Gun still resting on the captains head, Jake told Boyle and Terry, both of whom had their hands up in surrender, to lock themselves into one of the cages. They did so almost in a trance. Neither of them had brought weapons, after all. The guys had arrived in their street clothes. Jake walked Holt into the third cage, pushed him up against the wall, and quickly stepped out, locking the door behind him. It was done. Brilliant. Jake didn't need to worry about them phoning for help, he had bought a device a few months back that blocked all phone activity. Helpless, pathetic, begging for mercy, everything was coming up Jake!
It was time for the next step. The monologue. Jake didn't need his binder for this, he knew exactly what he wanted to say to the people who betrayed him. Jake pulled out his remote control. He had modified it to be like a portable control room (like the one upstairs) so that he could make some magic happen while he was down in the basement. Jake had considered hiring an assistant to stay up in the control room, but he decided against it. Help was expensive, plus he would have to kill the assistant after he was done, and six homicides seemed a bit excessive. Remote control in hand, Jake dramatically pressed a button that turned the lights on. Bright lights, like the beams you would find in a superstore. The room was lit up white. Jake slipped some sunglasses on, but everyone else was practically blinded.
Jake cleared his throat, and was about to start speaking when the captain made a plea. He asked Jake to let them all out, and they wouldn't press charges. He said that they could all just talk about whatever was bothering Jake, and that there was no point in locking them up. Jake only laughed. He pulled out his gun from behind his jacket and shot the captain in the knee. "Anyone else want to beg?" He asked. Terry and Charles sank to the back of their cage. Jake nodded and took a deep breath. It was monologue time, and Jake had always wanted to do a villainous monologue.