9:13:37 PM

Exclamations muffled by burlap were emanating from the small room down the hall. Marcos, who no longer trusted Victor with anything, decided to check on the brat himself. He approached the door, trying to make out Jason’s incessant buzzing.

He unlocked the door and approached the little wannabe Jack Bauer.

“If I take this off, kid, are you gonna speak at a reasonable volume level?” he asked.

Yez zye wheel! came the muffled response. Marcos lifted the burlap sack off Jason’s head as Jason continued his, no longer marbled, conversation, “I will not yell if you take the sack off! I can’t breathe! And I need to talk to you about your demands!”

“You promised you wouldn’t yell,” Marcos said, delivering a light backhand, since it was a kid, after all.

Jason glared at him, eyes cold as ice. “That all you got!? My people will find me. And you will be brought to justice or I’m not Jack Bauer,” he threatened.

Marcos replaced the burlap sack. “Lucky thing for me, kid. You ain’t Jack Bauer.”