A Grudge Match

Alex tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she studied the file in front of her. The prison where Jean Daniel was before no held was known for its high security detail and the type of prisoner that was held there. The most violent and psychotic criminals in the country were held there - the majority on whole life sentences. She bit her lip as she read the file. Knowing she had to get the information back to Ros as fast as possible she slipped the paper into her inside pocket before heading out of the reading room.

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"Smythe always fancied himself as a ladies man." Beckett stared straight ahead. He knew of the man by reputation rather than anything else. What he had heard he didn't like.

"Really?" Ed pulled a face as he looked around the empty outer office. A sign on the desk told them the PA would be away for five minutes but there was nothing to say how long the sign had been there. Beckett crossed to a filing cabinet next to a tall locker. Grimacing he yanked the door open. As it gave way on the second tug he resisted the urge to vomit.

"Ed?"

"Yeah."

"She's not going to be back in five minutes." He nodded to the corpse laying in the locker as Ed swore. A gunshot wound to her head told them the most likely way she had met her demise. "She's younger than Alex." Beckett sighed as Ed joined him.

"Yes but now we have to find Jan before the same happens to her."

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Jan glared at the wall. She knew Smythe was a coward. And greedy. That was the worst possible combination as far as she could see. Part of her wished that Jean Daniel would show himself; the simpering man in front of her with his sycophantic ways was jarring.

"So." She spoke to her captor. "When do I get to see the organ grinder and not the monkey?"

"Now now."

"We all know you are not the brains behind this." Jan stated firmly.

"Name, rank and number."

"Really?" Jan rolled her eyes. "You want to go there?"

A lock clicked, effectively silencing the conversation. Smythe smirked as the fatter, bald man approached them. His eyes devoid of any emotion he tilted his head to look at Jan.

"Jan. Section Head of Section C - aka Bureau of Weapons Technology. So nice of you to join us."

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