Chapter 03

Looking towards Jason, the Ambassador spoke to the secretary "let him in after a while" he then stepped back in after sending his 'visitor' away; and closed the door behind him and it shook from the force.

'it seems the building will need a bit of ...' his thought was cut off as the secretary spoke to him.

"Mr. Jason..." her voice was tiny like a scared child trying to ask for candy from her guardian "... you may go in now" she completed.

"Oh, thanks" Jason said as he stood up from his seat; he had been sitting for quite some time now and he ended up with a pained backside. He walked towards the door and smiled at the secretary. Stretching his hand out, he reached for the door but it opened before he put his hand to the knob.

"come on in" Lancaster Pride Thompson the Ambassador invited him in.

"thanks" Jason muttered

but the ambassador seemed to not be listening, he continued without a pause "I am presently headed out, and so if you please; try to make it short.

Also, have a seat... would you like a drink?" he asked the man standing about two feet taller than himself. He then moved to the minibar at a corner of the room, and he heard him say 'yes please'.

The room was darkly colored but one could tell that this was because of the recurrent painting and the location in the building. There seemed to be no open windows, and one that was opened was overlooking the city but was completely tinted from the outside.

"I'm a little late for a meeting with the mayor and some others, and cannot give you much attention. please go on...?"

he drawled hoping to get the name again for Jason to fill it in "Jason sir..."

"it's Ambassador sir"

"ah, yes, Ambassador sir."

"hmmm" he was lost in his drink, and handing one to this Mr. Jason, he sat down and tilted the chair's back backward to have it bent and give a light squeak.

"I have come to ask about the ASHES file, or was it a report? that you received yesterday" Jason asked leaning forward as though he wanted to spring at the fat man if he didn't like the response.

"what are ya talking about?" anxiety made the Ambassador revert back to his Texan accent.

"well..." he drawled "about two minutes past ten yesterday you were visited by a Miss Velvet, who was here to deliver a report... And see to your 'needs' you piece of shit" he smiled

"I have no idea what you are talking about" Thompson was not having any of it "please Mr. leave my office, before i call security"

"oh you wouldn't want to do that, because surely you want to see your daughter alive" Jason threatened

"what?"

"well, the thing is we have your daughter" the man looked into his eyes "and we don't really need her alive... but you do"

"what do you want?" beaten Thompson asked.

"I need information you have, and you are going to give it to me... Sir."

"I can't. it's not in my possession anymore... i... already sent it in."

"thanks" was all Jason said as he stood up and walked towards the man who was still seated. He pulled a pin from his watch, unknown to the man and stiffly pushed it into his head and down his throat as the pin was built to retract into itself and had a laser tip.

Jason retrieved the pin and wiped off the blood and tissue on the dead man's suit jacket. He moved to the table and opened the drawers rummaging through their content; searching for what he came for. He remembered something and paused, looking at the picture on the wall, he walked towards it and ripped the picture off revealing a safe built into the wall. He opened it using the name of the daughter and took out the file he came for. He headed out of the office loudly thanking the Ambassador, and shaking his head.

Immediately he left the building however, there was a loud crash in the toilet stalls, as they collapsed into themselves and great panic overcame all inside the building. The guards at the entrance immediately went searching for the gentleman who last left the premises but were surprised to find the streets clear of his attire.

He could not be traced.