Chapter nine
Jane had really gone ahead of the convict named Sam, sitting right before him, and John was impressed by the remarkable skill of both manipulation and deduction, mixed overall with playfulness that Jane displayed in the interrogation room, he even got to see a little touch of hypnosis ran in real time, and he was more than glad he voted to follow Jane on his own mission, he just hoped Lisbon would cope with Sherlock. So far what they had gotten was impressive, apart from the obvious that he was working for an association, they found out that he is asthmatic, making mind suggestion fun, and that he was a college student in Cambridge, and was introduced by his friend, who sadly had died in prison, Jane guessed suicide. He later told them about the association, and its arrangement, he himself never had access to the original blueprints, neither did he ever meet the top officials, he was never invited to a meeting, but his friend was, and he thought his friend might have, his friend often supervised any crime they committed, which ranged from stealing to murder, but never rape, in fact they were discouraged from it. Jane deduced that he had money issues and was a loner, and asked him how he got paid, and he told them he got paid by hand, they also inquired about the number, and he told them he knew nothing, but they were told to carve it into the people they killed, he also said that the American cell was disjoined to the British as it was with all cells, they were only controlled by a leader that most of them have never met. This led Jane to deduce that his friend had committed suicide as was stated earlier. Jane and Watson later excused themselves to the bullpen for tea, and left Cho to continue his interrogation; Watson couldn't help but be impressed at how this American in a three piece suit carried himself, he just like Sherlock Holmes commanded respect, he truly was his cousin across the Atlantic. "So Mr. Watson, can you make anything further of what he said?" Jane asked thoughtfully sipping at his tea, "Except stated, I can't, what about you?" Watson replied, Jane smiled, "It's obvious that the number would either be a warning, or the number of victims killed by the group, but I take it that it's the number of victims the particular cell have killed, since there is no pattern whatsoever." He answered, "then why the publicity?" Watson asked, "It's a way of communicating to the leaders that the mission was complete, rather than going to meet them, and risking being traced, after all, everyone watches T.V, and it's not a crime at all." Jane said smiling, and Watson couldn't help but agree with him, whoever ran this group; he should be a top priority to the C.I.A, although you wouldn't really know where to start. Cho came out about thirty minutes later, feeling frustrated; he sat by the table, "Hey Cho" Jane called, "What did you get?" "Nothing useful, or that you didn't get, he lawyered up" Cho answered, "Mr. Cho, do join us for tea then" Watson offered, "I'll rather take coffee" Cho replied, "Mr. Cho I hope you don't mind me asking, but have you been in the military before?" Watson asked, "Yes, why?" Cho inquired not raising his head from the book he was reading, "Mr. Watson was in the military too, that's why" Jane answered, "Show off" Cho said looking at Jane with unforgiving eyes, "Really?" Jane said wide eyed, "Still brooding over fifty bucks? I expected better from you Cho" Jane said with mock amazement, Cho didn't answer, just kept on reading. "Mr Cho doesn't seem to like you much" Watson observed looking at Jane, "On the contrary we are really good friends." Jane answered. A dark tall man, who looked to have been in body building all through his early years, walked in, 'perfect ladies man' Jane thought. "CIA" he said flashing his badge, "I came to take the prisoner for interrogation." Jane directed them to Abbott, Watson following closely, Abbott gave little to no resistance in releasing the prisoner, and they were out before an hour. Lisbon came back about thirty minutes after that, but without Sherlock, and they all gathered for evening tea. Sherlock came in about three hours later, looking tired but excited about something. He came straight to Jane "Did you get anything out of him?" Jane smiled "Of course he is child's play" and he stated all that has been stated earlier about the guy. "What about you?" Jane asked, "I like to use my information for showmanship. But where is the convict?" Sherlock asked excited, "Was taking away by the CIA" Watson answered, immediately Sherlock's face dropped, "He's going to freak out" John said before he even realized, "Before you do, I knew he wasn't CIA, and put a tracker on him." Jane said smiling, "Evasive badge sweep, that doesn't work on me." He said smiling and Sherlock Holmes did the same. Jane produced the monitor and waved it at Sherlock, Watson had to admit, and he felt jealous at the wonderful attention lavished by Sherlock on Jane.