Officer Eddie Janko sat nervously rubbing her arms. She was sat in a cubicle in ER, the wound in her head had been stitched and she was waiting for discharge papers; but that wasn't what was making her nervous. Behind the curtain she could hear the distinctive voice of Commissioner Reagen talking with Sgt Renzulli, she knew that pretty soon the Commissioner would want to speak to her after all it was his son that was missing, but she worried as she literally had nothing she could tell him. But more than that she couldn't help but feel guilty, that somehow Jamies disappearance was her fault. Logically she knew that wasn't the case, but logic wasn't winning the battle of heart and head.
Danny Reagen stood in the nightclub alley, ever since he had received the phone call from his Father he had set up camp at the crime scene. He had watched as his baby brothers belt and radio were located behind a dumpster, his gun was still laying on the floor where it had been dropped, as Scenes of Crime officers had taken photos of the tyre tracks and the pool of blood left from Officer Janko. He had wanted to stand there giving orders and commands to the officers but he knew that he would probably just be getting in the way at this point. So he stood, his stomach tied in knots waiting for the results of the search.
Jamie lay on the floor of the van, sunlight was breaking through the gaps so he knew he had been travelling in it for a few hours. From his position of the floor he could see the feet of his abducters. He was sure they must have noticed him regain conciousness but had made no effort to communicate with him. His hands had been bound tightly behind his back, he had tried to move his hands without the men noticing to see if he could loosen them at all but the rope was tied tight.
He felt the van begin to slow, then stop. Wherever he was being taken apparently they had arrived. He heard the doors at the front of the van open and close, and then the back doors to the van sprung open. Blinking into the sunlight he tried to make out where he was but all he could see was a pretty non descript building. The men in the van stood up and two of them jumped down, the remaining two reached down and grabbing jamies under his arms hauled him to his feet and pulled him out the van. Still no one had uttered a word to him, and he didn't speak himself. Instead he tried to memorise everything he could, his captors faces, his surroundings, even the sounds he could hear.
The men guided him to the building and through a side door. They were in a warehouse of some sort. In the middle of the room stood a couple more men, both were easily 6ft 4in or more, and both looked like they worked out. One of the men looked older, maybe in his 60's, the other although a distinct resemblance to the older man was notably younger mid to late 30's probably. Jamie was walked in front of the men and he felt the hands release their grips on him.
"So..." the older of the two men started "this is Officer Jamie Reagen, son of Frank Reagen. Funny, considering who your Father is I expected you to be taller"
Jamie said nothing and just looked at the man, after all it wasn't the first time someone had commented on his height heck even his own brother ribbed him about it.
"You're here for our...entertainment." the mans lips curved up in something between a smile and a sneer "I won't go into the reasons why we chose you"
"I could probably guess" the first words Jamie had spoke since his abduction. The man just grinned and and stepped to the side. Jamie felt the hands of his captors grip him again and he was walked to a door off the side of the large space and ushered through. The room was dimly lit with just a small window, too high to see through. A small metal bed was positioned with its headboard against the wall at the end of the room, a small bathroom was situated in a room to the opposite end. There was a metal table directly opposite the door, to say the room was sparse was an understatement.