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13

Voices had woke him up. Right in front of the metal door someone seemed to have a debate about something, probably him.

Gibbs couldn't make out what was said, but he clearly heard a Mexican accent coming from one of the voices.

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Great, just great. Still night, perfect for a transport over the border.

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He sat up and lowered his back against the wall, waiting for the door being opened.

He didn't have to wait long. Five minutes later the door opened and Charles entered.

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Surprised by the sudden light that fell through the open door, Jethro had to close his eyes for the fraction of a second.

A shadow fell over his face and he focused on the person in front of him.

"Good evening."

Gibbs didn't bother to answer.

"No courteousness?" Charles shrugged with his shoulders.

"Well, alright why don't we start with the video?"

Gibbs host started the cam and zoomed in on Jethro's face.

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The video was done in a few minutes.

With the hope Abby would get to see the whole message he looked up from his seat to Charles.

Charles turned and said something to his help outside before he step aside.

It didn't take long till the owner of the Mexican accent stepped through the door.

"¿Cómo estás? Gringo."

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I knew it.

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"I've never been better." Gibbs said sarcastically.

His head turned to 'Charles' and said "I hope you got a decent price for my head."

"I can't complain Special Agent Gibbs." He said with a cold smile on his face.

"It was a pleasure meeting you; sadly we won't see each other again."

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Don't count on that… I have risen from the dead before

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Being locked in a room has one upside you have time to think and remember, and Gibbs remembered exactly why he knew this man's face.

Charles left the room and Mister Mexican sidekick stepped further in with a shot in his hand.

Briefly the thought of fighting crossed his mind but since Charles' faithful underling pointed a gun at his head, he didn't bother. This way he still had at least a chance to survive that mess.

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Well, Nice prospects! At least I can sleep through this damn flight.

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That was the last thought before everything around him went black.

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TBC....

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So,... a little turn :)

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