Turner tapped his earpiece twice before turning to the technician who sat beside him. “How come I can’t hear anything?” he asked.
“Let me check…” the man said, as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
The glasses made Turner think of a pair of Coke bottles. He remembered another man, who had once worn a similar pair. It was Jack Anderson. Jack had switched to contacts early in his CIA career. ‘Could it even be considered a career?’ Turner asked himself. He glanced at the man with the thick spectacles and thumped his fingers impatiently on the table while he waited. He looked back at the TV monitor and noticed that he was still looking at the interview room. The screen showed two chairs and the table, but nobody was in the room. Sarah had forgotten to take the purse with her! “Damn it!” he muttered to himself.
The technician turned a couple knobs with no success then he looked back to Turner. “We’ve lost contact with Sarah,” he told him in a squeaky voice.
Turner slammed his fist down on the table, “I know that you fucken moron! How’d we lose her?” Turner demanded.
The technician was taken back for a second. “Well Sir,” he said, “I don’t see any technical problems. Our devices are working fine. She most have taken it off, or somebody else took it from her.”
Suddenly there was movement on the TV monitor that grabbed their attention. What they saw was Brucks. He entered the room from its only door and walked directly to the purse. They watched him pick it up, hold the camera directly in front of his face, then he snarled. Turner jerked away, he knew that snarl was meant for him. The view quickly spiraled to the floor where it laid for a few seconds. Then the screen bounced up and down twice as Brucks smashed the camera to oblivion with his boot.
“FUCK ME!” Turner grumbled. He looked angrily at the technician and demanded him to pass the phone.
The technician watched as Turner almost pounded the keys. He removed his glasses and turned away, hoping that Turner wouldn’t notice him still standing there. He listened carefully as Turner spoke to the voice on the other end of the phone.
“We’ve lost contact with Banks,” Turner told the person. “In 36 hours the president is going to activate an air-strike. I want a Seal team ready in 2 hours. We’re going with Plan B.”
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