Cell

Dalton gave a short nod. He new Scott was right and he should be continuing to help with Katie. He hated leaving Scott though. Maybe though just maybe he would leave Scott but still stay close.

"Ok, I will leave you be but I am going to be working at the desk outside the door if you need me. I'll check in, in a little bit though and bring you something else to drink."

Giving Scott a light pat on the shoulder Dalton turns and heads out of the second intaragation room. Going to there office he gathers a few of his paper work along with some other things he needs. Returning to the desk that was outside from the room that Scott was in Dalton sits. He would watch over his little buddy so if he needed anything he would be there.

Looking up into Carson's eyes Phinox can see the anger in there, and new what Carson was capable of. Though he wasnt to scaired of him even if he did blow off his hand.

Just holding the phone for a moment Phinox looks at it and than looks back to Carson.

"I cant call from this phone. The phone's arnt taped but they have a caller ID and will see its not my cell phone number. It would be safer to call from my phone."

Phinox looked up at Carson before doing anything. He'd rather not get his hand blown off.

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.

Plee

Dalton gives a small nod to Scott. He new that they would leave him in there, and he new Scott would be alone.

"I know its true, they will. But I am gonna stay in here just a little while longer with you. I dont have anything to do right now anyways."

Sitting back in the chair Dalton pulls some cards from his pocket and places it on the table. He wanted to try and get Scott's mind off everything but he didnt even know if he could or not.

Standing behind Carson his eyes narrow. He didnt trust Phinox now no matter what he said. Moving his hand to his own gun Nate snarles. After everything he was in no mood.

"You got some guts showing your face here again tonight, talk quick or I will let Carson shoot you."

Phinox's eyes widen a little as Carson pulls his gun on him. It was than he new they did inface know who he was.

Raising his hands in the air Phinox moved his own hand to his side arm. He was taking a chanse but he wanted to show peace. Drawing it slowly he reaches out and puts it on the desk next to them before bringing his hands up again his heart pounding.

“I do who you are Carson, and I know your not, but Please just listen to me, I can explain. I really was a secret service agent.”

Phinox’s eyes beg for someone to believe him. He knew they had ever right not to but still he wanted them to. To help with this case is really why he had volunteered to come to start with. Helping get Katie out in a safe way and maybe getting himself out as well with all the information one could think of about TJY.

“I was sent on a mission to infiltrate the Agency because over in Spain we have a problem with them as well. It has been going on for some time and finally we had, had enough. Hitting them in the heart, and finding out all we needed to know about them was important and that is where I came in.”

Phinox takes a long breath looking from Nate, to Carson, than back to Nate his eye slowly moving to Carson again. He couldn’t tell but there expressions if they believed him or not but he had to keep going and have them hear what he had to say.

“I was in charge of coming over and getting all the information. I was one of the top best on the Spanish force. A few months later though after losing contact I got wind that the man in charge of my mission was killed and more than likely my case was lost. If they had ever found any information that I had been over here I am sure they assumed I was dead already and just let it go.”

Phinox stops for a moment as his memories take him back to when he had found out Samson had died. He had been a close friend to Phinox and it killed him inside not being able to go home to see him buried. Along with the realization he was suck here.

“I did what I had to do to stay alive. I really can help you find Katie. Please you have to believe me. I can also get you all the information that I collected about the Agency as well. Whatever you do though I need to call my contact with the Agency or they will kill Katie on the spot thinking that I betrayed them. Please, I don’t want that girl to die anymore than you do.”

The drill

Scott heaves a sigh and tries to compose himself. He hated feeling this way – lost and out of control. He’d thought he was done feeling that way. But now… he didn’t know what was happening to him.

Dalton’s words bring some reassurance to him. At least somebody believed in him. But he still wasn’t sure himself… if he wasn’t supposed to be a spy, then what had happened to him? It was disturbing to think that he didn’t remember something like this.

Seeing the pop and jerky pushed towards him, Scott quietly refuses. “Thanks, Dalton. I don’t think I can eat anything right now.”

He looks down again. “You need to get back to work… we need everybody on the case to find Katie and… and they’re just going to leave me in here for now anyway… I know the drill.”


Seeing the look on Nate's face, Carson turns to follow his stare. His own eyes widen as a new anger burns in his veins. Seeing Phinox act like he came in peace was something he wasn't about to trust. Though the adrenaline surged through his veins, he mustered up enough control not to attack the man outright. Instead, he slowly reaches down to the phone and dials the short extension.

"Sapphire? Lock down the perimeter of TJY. Don't let anybody out of the building until Nate or I give you the all-clear."

Hanging up the phone, he knows that it would only take seconds to lock all exits. Gritting his teeth, Carson steps forward, pulling his sidearm from its holster and stretching it out to aim it at Phinox's chest. "You're from the Agency and we know it," he hisses. "As such, I'm sure you know me and know that I'm not one to play games. Now you have sixty seconds to convince me not to put a bullet in you right now."


In a quiet corner with no one around, a phone is picked up to dial out on a secure line. The voice is hushed as eyes glance around to ensure no one is listening. The other end is picked up, and the conversation is kept brief.

"He broke. ...Yes... I don't know... ...not that I know of.... they've been trying... yeah... no, I'm not sure what did... yeah.... no, but I'll make sure it is... what time? ...Okay. Goodbye."