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Chapter seven
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Peter stares at the speakers as if he could will them back into function, the white noise filling the van, bouncing off closed in walls, Peter can hardly breath.
Jones reaches over his bosses shoulder and does him the small mercy of turning off the audio feed, doing it as much for himself as he is doing it for his senior agent.
"He'll be alright boss, Neal is slick." He tries to assure the older man, he knows he is falling short because he doesn't even reassure himself.
Peter wants to believe, wants to believe Jones so bad, but there is a sick feeling in his gut that is telling him the opposite is true and one thing he has learned as a special agent was his gut was usually right something that had served him well thus far through his career. He hates it now though, hates it with a passion as blissful ignorance would be very welcome to Peter at the moment. Neal's screams echo in his ears.
He shakes his head sadly at Jones, "There are some situations even the great Neal Caffrey can't charm his way out of." He was being painfully realistic, but there was no use sugar coating the situation, they had all heard those screams. The terror of whatever was going on in that house had been so plain to read in those shrills it makes Peter sick to his stomach.
"You can't think like that, he seemed to be holding his own in there whatever is going on." Lauren tried, though she wasn't even buying it, Neal was in real trouble and they all knew it.
Peter shook his head, he knew what his agents were trying to do and he appreciated it. He knew they cared about Neal as well and that this was not easy on them either, but he couldn't bring himself to even pretend to believe the words they were saying. Something very sinister was going on in that house and Neal was in the thick of it. Peter had never felt so helpless.
Looking at the now quiet speakers, Peter made a decision, "We give him till midnight before heading in, if he isn't out by then we go in after him. We will take every precaution necessary, but we go in." Danger was part of their jobs and they would not leave Neal in there indefinitely.
Both of his agents nodded their heads, seeming more relieved by their bosses decision than anything else. In fact they both look almost eager, itching to get in and rescue one of their own, for that was what Neal was, he was one of them now no matter what he had been before.
Peter peers at his watch and closes his eyes tight, there was still an hour and a half till twelve and he doesn't think he can make it that long. Not without being able to hear Neal breath.