Every second

Carson's grip on his handgun tightens, his glare piercing Phinox as he spoke. Though he let him talk, and disarm himself, Carson's stance is unchanging. At any moment, he was ready and capable of pulling the trigger and ending this right here and now. But he lets Phinox talk.

Studying Phinox's eyes, Carson takes in every word, dissecting it and trying to see whether or not he was lying. Each phrase, each flash in Phinox's dark stare... what was the truth? Who could be trusted?

For what seems like an eternity, Carson just stares at Phinox, his gun still poised. One could hear a pin drop. Finally, Carson moves. He keeps his gun aimed at Phinox, but lowers it a little, stepping forward to turn him and shove him down in a chair at an empty desk. Reaching down, he picks up the phone and hands it to him. "You call your contact," he orders icily. "And if for a split second I think you're setting us up..." He takes Phinox's free hand and puts it palm-down on the desk, jamming the barrel of his gun into the top of the hand. "...you're gonna lose your hand. Now... dial."


Scott looks at the cards, then finally looks up at Dalton. "I know you're just... just trying to make me feel better... and... and I'm grateful." He licks his dry lips. Carson hadn't really hurt him, but he was sore. "But... please... take my place trying to find that man. Having us both in here... it just takes us one step away from finding Katie."

With a sorrowful gaze, he stares into Dalton's eyes, pleading with him. He didn't know what was going on in his own mind, and he was so very confused. But even though he was scared to be alone, he knew that Katie needed to be found... and he knew that every second counted.