Report #3270, Transcript Section #37
(Operation SANDMAN)
©1998-1999 Shane Ivey

KEEPER:  Lundquist and Rogers are at Volker's apartment building. Kelley took the suspected murderer away a while ago, and you've found the apartment across the hall to be occupied by two recently and violently deceased tenants.

KEEPER:  Agent Wang and her crew have come up to cordon off the apartments and begin their inspection, to the consternation of other occupants.

KEEPER:  Lundquist, your Friendly PI, Barry Knight, called a few minutes ago to get an update. At the time you told him to sit tight because you didn't have time to talk--Wang had just arrived--but you can try to call him back now as the FBI team goes to work.

KNIGHT:  Knight cleans his boots

ROGERS:  "Mark, we'd best discover what happened to the FBI team assigned here, and I want to go through that place one more time."

LUNDQUIST:  "Yes, that has me concerned too." I call up Deveraux.

KEEPER:  The phone rings a few times, then: "ASAC Devereaux's line, this is Agent Brice."

LUNDQUIST:  "This is Brian Lunquist calling for ASAC Deveraux."

ROGERS:  While hes out Keeper I'll have another look around the appartment

KEEPER:  "He's away from his phone for a few minutes, Mr. Lundquist. Can you call again in fifteen minutes?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Please have him call me absolutely as soon as possible. It's quite urgent."

KEEPER:  "Yes, sir. Was there anything else?"

ROGERS:  "OK lets have a look around that appartment again now we have some more time."

LUNDQUIST:  "No, thanks."

KEEPER:  "I'll give him the message." He hangs up.

LUNDQUIST:  I call Knight back too.

KNIGHT:  "Knight"

LUNDQUIST:  "Hello, it's Lundquist. I think you probably ought to get down here."

KNIGHT:  "There was quite a bit of press coverage down there, its gonna be extra"

Rogers whispers: Shane while Mr. l's on the phone I' start to seah Volkers place again.

LUNDQUIST:  "Well, we're away from the Breckenridge building now... We're at the apartment of one of the employees."

LUNDQUIST:  "So far, there's no press here... But I expect that to change."

KEEPER:  Rogers is searching again in the meantime... Rogers, where are you searching exactly?

ROGERS:  Rogers searches each room in tern as thourghly as possible

KNIGHT:  "As long as some form exposure bonus can be included in the future, give me the address

LUNDQUIST:  "Right." I tell him.

LUNDQUIST:  "When you get here, ask for me."

KNIGHT:  "I will do Boss, I'm on my way"

KEEPER:  Rogers, give me some details or examples as to what you're doing.

KNIGHT:  Kight hangs up and heads for the address in his caddie

ROGERS:  Rogers is looking for Documents Disk and correspondance, In the usual places but he's also looking for 'secured' hiding places and the ubiquitous safe.

KEEPER:  It's raining lightly most of the way, Knight, and the rain picks up as you're crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. Traffic is fairly heavy; the drive takes around forty minutes.

LUNDQUIST:  I also want to call the NYPD homicide people and get them down here.

KEEPER:  Rogers, you don't find anything new in the bedroom, where Volker apparently kept his paperwork: the only papers he kept there are mundane, bills and policies.

KNIGHT:  If it looks like its going to be quicker taking the tran I will park up and do that

ROGERS:  Ok Rogers will keep looking under rugs and moving small items of Furniture etc.

KEEPER:  (Knight: taking the train will involve walking several blocks each end of the trip--on the job you're better off having a car.)

KEEPER:  As Rogers moves out to the living room, Lundquist, what are you doing? You've passed the word along to the local precinct house.

KNIGHT:  (Knight stays in the comfurt of his car then)

LUNDQUIST:  I'll talk to Wang. I tell her I suspect that there were two perpetrators here, and that we only caught one, and that I could use some evidence to confirm or disprove this hypothesis.

KEEPER:  She listens, nods, and takes the information to her crew. "I'll let you know when we have enough information to verify that."

LUNDQUIST:  "And photograph everything, as it is now, before the whole NYPD tromps through this place."

KEEPER:  "Of course."

LUNDQUIST:  "Thanks. Rogers, do you need any help?"

KEEPER:  The agents are already setting up their cameras, in fact--that's their first task before they start taking the crime scene apart.

ROGERS:  "Going ok at the moment do you want to backcheck me go over the areas I've covered?"

LUNDQUIST:  I do as Rogers asked, following up where he's searched.

KEEPER:  As you're searching, two things happen.

KEEPER:  First, you hear the elevator open in the hall outside, and you hear police officers greet the FBI team with obvious irritation.

KEEPER:  As the voices proceed down the hall toward the two open doors--Volker's and his dead neighbors'--Rogers, tapping the walls and cabinets, hears something strange: a hollow in what should be the solid base of a kitchen cupboard.

LUNDQUIST:  "I'd better go talk to the police."

ROGERS:  "Mr. L stall then I have something here."

LUNDQUIST:  I'll try to intercept them in the hall, or, failing that, steer them into the apartment with the dead bodies.

ROGERS:  "Ok give me 5 mins"

KEEPER:  Lundquist, two detectives look into the doors, first one, then the other. One is taller, younger, clean cut. The other is shorter and older, in his 50s, balding and frazzled.

KEEPER:  The older one sizes you up. "You Lundquist?"

KNIGHT:  Knight curse the traffic

Rogers whispers: Rogers is going to get into that secret compartment as quicklty and a squietly as possilbe

Rogers whispers: telling Wang to document elsewhere before there so it looks like it was already discovered when we got here

LUNDQUIST:  "Yes, and I'm glad you're here." I show my ID>

KEEPER:  Lundquist, two detectives look into the doors, first one, then the other. One is taller, younger, clean cut. The other is shorter and older, in his 50s, balding and frazzled. The older one sizes you up. "You Lundquist?"

LUNDQUIST:  "We found the victims in here." I lead them towards the bathroom.

KEEPER:  He glances at the ID and grunts. "What was your group doing here?" The older one follows you. The younger one wanders into Volker's apartment.

LUNDQUIST:  "We were following up on an investigation of Breckenridge personnel involved in this afternoon's events. When we got here, we found a Middle-Eastern looking guy going though the place."

KEEPER:  Rogers, Wang is in the other apartment, not Volker's--only one of her assistants is in Volker's apartment with you when you hear the detectives arrive.

KEEPER:  He follows you into the neighbors' apartment. "You found him in this apartment?"

LUNDQUIST:  "We traded a few rounds and he got away. A couple of my people went after him but they called a minute ago and said they lost him."

ROGERS:  OK Rogers tries to open the compartment after a quick check to make sure its not rigged or anything

LUNDQUIST:  "No, across the hall. But he had a knife, and these folks look like they've been stabbed... I think he's the guy."

KEEPER:  "He had a knife? Who'd you trade rounds with, then?"

KEEPER:  He looks around the neighbors' apartment, bored.

KEEPER:  Rogers, you reach under the base of the cupboard into a small, hollowed-out section and nimbly flip a key out.

LUNDQUIST:  "Well, trade's not the right word I guess... Sorry. He attacked us with the knife and we fired at him."

KEEPER:  The other detective comes into sight at the end of the hall, Rogers. "What's the situation?" he asks your back.

KEEPER:  Lundquist, the older detective lifts an eyebrow. "Real psycho, huh? What'd he look like?"

ROGERS:  "I dropped my keys"

LUNDQUIST:  "Early 30's, Arabic. Dark clothes. Said something in a foreign language. I didn't recognize it."

ROGERS:  Rogers, replaces the bottom of the cupboard after palming the key.

LUNDQUIST:  "I'm sorry. What were your names...?"

KEEPER:  Rogers, the detective says, "Hello? You hard of hearing, big guy?"

ROGERS:  "Like I said i dropped my keys", Rogers gets up putting the key into his pocket with his own keys

KEEPER:  Lundquist, the older detective lifts his own badge. "I'm Ross. My partner's Reynolds."

ROGERS:  "Who are you anyway?" "I'm Agent Jones DoJ"

KEEPER:  Rogers, the younger detective nods. "Guess I'm the one who can't hear. I'm Reynolds, NYPD. What's going on in here? Looks like somebody had a shoot-out."

ROGERS:  "Well we came here to check the appartment, and got jumped by some arab looking guy with a knife."

LUNDQUIST:  "Well, we're glad to have you here. We'll stay out of your way."

KEEPER:  Lundquist, the older cop pulls a pen and a little notebook from his coat pocket and jots down a couple of notes. He asks you for some details on the encounter: time, sequence, location, etc. "So's we can help track this guy, you understand."

LUNDQUIST:  I answer everything truthfully, except in that the perp "ran off" and got away from the guys we had pursuing him.

LUNDQUIST:  "Now, this bedroom window in here was open when we arrived... Which makes me think there might have been another perp in here who went out the fire escape... But we didn't see one."

KEEPER:  Rogers, the younger detective looks over the hall, giving you time to pocket the key. He whistles. "The guy got away? Lucky stiff. We got a shotgun slug here, looks like a few pistol rounds, real tight, in the wall."

KEEPER:  He glances your way, Rogers. "You feds using slugs now? I like buckshot better. I like the spread."

ROGERS:  "Well we came in and I opened the door next thing I saw was a bright flash of light and then I was blinded, all I heard was my fellow agent's shouting get down which I did"

KEEPER:  Rogers, the young cop looks at you again. "Flash of light? What, like a flashlight?"

ROGERS:  "My partner then fired the shotgun and I loosed off a few rounds to no effect."

KEEPER:  Meanwhile, Knight, you're just pulling up in front of the address that Lundquist gave you.

KNIGHT:  Lots of Cops?

ROGERS:  "I don't know maybe one of those photographic flash guns, it wasn't a flash light my visions only just coming back.."

KEEPER:  You see an unmarked cop car outside and two squad cars, with uniformed cops standing outside under an awning, trying to keep dry.

KNIGHT:  Knight parks and walks into the building, lighting a cigarette

KEEPER:  Rogers, the younger cop shrugs. "Huh. Weird. You guys all okay? You're friend in there looked like his hand got cut up a little."

KEEPER:  One of the cops nods to you, Knight. "'Scuse me, sir. You live here?"

ROGERS:  "I'll fix him up in a min I'm an MD"

KNIGHT:  "In a dump like this, you gotta be kiddin me, No I'm here for Agent Lunquist"

Lundquist whispers: Is this building air-conditioned? Open window in the summer with the AC on?

KEEPER:  "Yeah? Man, you took a government job with an MD? You shoulda been a doctor. What'd you make, twice as much, three times, that way?"

ROGERS:  "I have personal reason for my career choice."

Keeper whispers to Lundquist: The rooms have window-mounted A/C units. The fire escape window did not have one, obviously, but another did in that apartment.

KEEPER:  He shrugs, Rogers. "Yeah, okay."

ROGERS:  "Have you heard anything from the FBI team that should have been here to meet us?"

KEEPER:  The cop smiles, Knight. "You got some ID?"

KEEPER:  Rogers, the cop looks across the hall at Wang's team. "Isn't that your group?"

KNIGHT:  "I didn't think I would need it, I'm not leaving the country. Is there a problem Officer?"

ROGERS:  "No there were supposed to be two FBI guys here we called in Agent Wang when we found the bodies."

KEEPER:  The cop frowns, Knight. "There's a couple of recently deceased problems inside there, tough guy. If you're here on the job, let's see a badge."

Rogers whispers: Shane are these uniforms or palinclotes we're dealing with?

KEEPER:  Rogers, the detective shakes his head. "I hadn't heard anything about that."

Keeper whispers to Rogers: You and Lundquist are talking to two plainclothes detectives. Knight, downstairs, is talking to uniformed officers.

Rogers whispers: just wondering if I'd seen any id is all

Keeper whispers to Rogers: Not yet.

KNIGHT:  "And if I don't have one Office.." Gets the name from the cops badge

ROGERS:  "Well given we found two bodies I'm a little concerned lets go and find my partner and see whats happening."

ROGERS:  Rogers is looking aroun trying to find something the key would fit.

KEEPER:  Knight, the cop--Officer Kendall--narrows his eyes in irritation. "If you don't have one, then I'll want to know what your business is, or I'll want you to move it along so's we can investigate this homicide."

KEEPER:  Rogers, you find Lundquist and the older detective in the apartment across the hall, looking around as the FBI team catalogs everything.

KNIGHT:  "My business, Officer Kendall is with Agent Lunquist of the DOJ, who asked me to meet him here, now I see that you either let me in to find him or call him to let him know that I am here"

ROGERS:  "Mr. l any news on those FBI guys yet?"

LUNDQUIST:  "No, I'm still waiting for Deveraux to call me back... I'm about to call him again."

KEEPER:  Officer Kendall sports a fake smile, Knight. "Of course. Far be it from me to interfere with somebody on important business. Why don't you just tell me your name, and I'll call Agent Lundquist and tell him his eleven o'clock is here."

KNIGHT:  "Smith"

KEEPER:  "Smith. That's swell. Do you have any proof of that? I mean, I'm sure Agent Lundquist wouldn't want just anybody to come in PRETENDING to be his important contact, Mr. Smith, would he? How about some ID, Mr. Smith?" He keeps smiling, very self-satisfied.

LUNDQUIST:  (This Kendall don't realize he's operating with M-Cell... He don't want none. ) :-)

KEEPER:  A couple of the other cops look at each other, grinning over half-raised styrofoam coffee cups.

KEEPER:  Meanwhile, upstairs... What are Rogers and Lundquist up to?

LUNDQUIST:  I'm still talking to the cops. I'll try Deveraux again.

LUNDQUIST:  (Gotta track down those missing FBI guys...)

KEEPER:  Devereaux's phone rings a few times before he answers it. "ASAC Devereaux."

LUNDQUIST:  "Hello, this is Brian Lundquist. I'm afraid we have another situation."

KEEPER:  "Lundquist--I was about to call you. What's up?"

KNIGHT:  (Is it safe to assume that I have fake ID?)

LUNDQUIST:  "I'm at the Volkner's apartment right now. I had expected to find some of your people here. However, while their car is out front, there's no sign of them."

KEEPER:  Sure--you have to use all kinds of pretexts and fake IDs in surveillance and so forth.

LUNDQUIST:  "Instead, we got attacked by a Middle-Eastern looking guy in the apartment, and have found the bodies of two of the building's residents in a neighboring apartment. They've been murdered."

LUNDQUIST:  "I can't find your guys anywhere. Can you call or page them?"

KNIGHT:  Knight shows the cop an ID for Snith

KEEPER:  Devereaux says, "My guys? They were sent home for a few hours' rest. I told them to search the place tomorrow. Are you sure it was their car?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Well, maybe not then... I'll take another look. In the meantime, then, I'm going to turn this one over to local homicide and make sure the description of our perp gets out, unless you'd like me to do anything else? I'll also make sure that they disturb Volkner's place as little as possible."

KEEPER:  Devereaux says, "Is there any connection between the deaths and Volker? Is this just a coincidence, or what?"

LUNDQUIST:  "I don't believe in coincidences. I think the same Middle Easterners who pulled that bombing earlier were rifling Volkner's place and got discovered by the neighbors. But that's long on theory and short on facts, for right now."

KEEPER:  Knight, the cop looks closely at the fake ID. He nods. "There, now. Was that so hard, Smith? I'll make that call." He turns and glances at one of his buddies and rolls his eyes. He takes a sip of coffee.

KEEPER:  Finally, he lifts his radio handset and rattles off a code. "We got a Mr. Smith here for Agent Lundquist. Is Lundquist having any? Over."

KEEPER:  Devereaux says, "Don't go too far on assumptions. Why not just take over the scene, keep it federal? If your suspect broke into our man's apartment, we can make it our jurisdiction."

KNIGHT:  Knight waits

KEEPER:  Rogers, a uniformed cop enters the apartment and looks at your group. "Is one of you Agent Lundquist?"

KNIGHT:  Knight says to one of the cops "Where did you get the cofee"

LUNDQUIST:  Well, the bodies were found in an adjacent apartment. Do you want to take over that one too? I'm not a homicide investigator but if you want this one I'll get it for you."

KEEPER:  Devereaux says, "Do it. I'll get some agents over ASAP to process the scene."

LUNDQUIST:  "Hold on a second, Deveraux." To the cop: "I'm Lundquist."

KEEPER:  The cop looks at Lundquist. "There's a Mr. Smith downstairs, says he's here for you."

LUNDQUIST:  "Jeez, send him up! I've been waiting for him!"

KEEPER:  The cop nods and walks off, talking into his radio.

LUNDQUIST:  "Okay, I'll tell the detective here that this is an FBI case now. We'll stay here till your people arrive and keep a lid on the crime scene."

KEEPER:  Knight, you hear the response on P.O. Kendall's radio: "Agent Lundquist says send him up, over." Kendall replies, "Roger," and nods to you. "I'll walk you up, Mr. Smith. Right this way." He gestures into the lobby.

KEEPER:  Devereaux says, "Good work, Lundquist. They'll be there shortly." He hangs up.

KNIGHT:  Knight follows Kendall

KEEPER:  Meanwhile, the detectives keep looking idly around the apartment.

LUNDQUIST:  "Detective Ross? Can I speak to you for a moment?"

KEEPER:  Ross nods. "Yeah?"

LUNDQUIST:  "That was my boss. He'd like to take over on this one, so we're citing federal jurisdiction here. An FBI invesitgative team is on their way over now." Persuade, try not to ruffle feathers...

KEEPER:  Ross throws his hands up. "Jeez, what is this bullshit? Should have fuckin' known, right? Please, educate me, tell me what makes this particular B&E and double-homicide a federal crime. Lemme guess, the victims were kidnapped first?"

KEEPER:  Knight, Kendall leads you into the lobby and the elevator, then up to the eighth floor. Down the hall, two doors are open and several men and women wearing FBI jackets and surgical gloves and masks are inspecting two apartments. In the apartment to the right, you see bulletholes in one wall.

LUNDQUIST:  "Calm down, detective. The resident of this apartment is involved in criminal activities under ongoing federal investigation. This whole scene is completely tied into that case."

KEEPER:  In the apartment to the right, you see Lundquist and Rogers talking with two irritated-looking plainclothes detectives.

LUNDQUIST:  "And it wasn't my call. I understand how you feel."

KNIGHT:  Kinght points out the room to Kendall, "In there Kid"

KEEPER:  He sighs in exasperation. "All right, all right. Give me the case number and the rest of it, for the records." He puts pen to paper to write it down.

LUNDQUIST:  I do as he asks.

ROGERS:  "Detective can your men secure the outside of the building until we can get some more agents down here please?"

KEEPER:  Kendall loses his fake smile, Knight. "So I see, tough guy. Be my guest." He turns and heads back to the elevator.

KNIGHT:  Kinght knocks on the door

KEEPER:  The detectives take down the information, trade looks, and head for the hallway. They pass Barry Knight on the way out.

KEEPER:  Knight, Lundquist and Rogers are a lot worse for the wear, from when you last saw them a few days ago.

KNIGHT:  Knight smiles at the plain clothes

KEEPER:  Lundquist, thin and hollow-eyed to begin with, now sports a massive bruise on his forehead and bloody bandages on one hand.

LUNDQUIST:  "Hello, Smith, good to see you."

KNIGHT:  Knight wanders into the room and lights a cigarette

KEEPER:  Rogers, tall and bulky and fast, has one arm slung for a shoulder injury.

KNIGHT:  "Been in the wars I see fella's"

KEEPER:  The detectives disappear into the elevator and ride down.

KNIGHT:  "You obviously found your terrorists"

ROGERS:  "You shoul see the other guy!"

KNIGHT:  "I did, on the news"

LUNDQUIST:  "It hasn't been a good week."

KEEPER:  Knight, their clothes are rumpled and torn from a recent fight, too.

ROGERS:  "You can say that again."

KNIGHT:  Knight looks around the apartment

KEEPER:  A flashbulb pops as one of the FBI agents photographs an item.

KEEPER:  The apartment is upscale, classy, with tasteful decor, art deco lamps and minimalist wall prints.

KNIGHT:  "This place have something to do with the offices that blew up right?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Yeah, the guy who lived here was up to his ass-neck in illegal activity at Breckenridge."

KNIGHT:  "He the bomber?"

ROGERS:  "Mr. L can I have a quiet word with you?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Sure, what's up?"

KNIGHT:  Knight sits on the arm of one of the chairs and checks his boots, taking in all that is going on around himm

ROGERS:  "While you were talking to the police I found something."

ROGERS:  providing there are no cops around, Rogers shows Lunquiest the secret compartment

LUNDQUIST:  "Interesting... Anything in it?"

ROGERS:  "Just this." Rogers takes out the key from his pocket and examines it for the first time.

LUNDQUIST:  "Let me see that." I take the key away from Rogers as soon as he pulls it out.

ROGERS:  "Hang on let me have a look first."

LUNDQUIST:  "Okay, go ahead."

ROGERS:  Rogers examines the key:

KEEPER:  It's small, smaller than a house-key, but thicker than a padlock key. It has several numbers stamped into one side, but no government markings.

ROGERS:  "What do you think it is Mark any Ideas?"

LUNDQUIST:  "We can have this quietly checked out by the FBI crime labs... They ought to be able to track down what it is..."

KNIGHT:  Knight wanders over "Safe desposit box?"

ROGERS:  "Lets have a look around and see if it fits anything here first, maybe its a mailbox key?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Maybe. Or a desk, or an airport locker... Maybe Volker had a spooker somewhere."

ROGERS:  "Oh a green box good thinking."

KNIGHT:  "It would have to big enough to put his explosives in"

LUNDQUIST:  "Some cash and a set of fake ID stashed someplace in case he had to disappear in a hurry."

LUNDQUIST:  "I don't think Volker had the explosives himself... He was way up the food chain, giving orders to the guys doing the actual dirty work..."

KNIGHT:  Knight nods

ROGERS:  "Maybe some files on the operation that we need."

ROGERS:  "We need to get some copies cut before sending it to the labs"

KNIGHT:  (Sorry guys, but I'm gonna have to shoot)

ROGERS:  "That way we can check it on anything we come across in the investigation without having to wait for the lab report."

LUNDQUIST:  "I wonder if it's a standard design?"

Knight has disconnected.

KEEPER:  A young voice, female, interrupts your hushed discussion. "What's goin' on?"

LUNDQUIST:  Who is it?

KEEPER:  You see a girl standing in the apartment, looking around, bored. She's about seventeen years old, pale, thin, in a leather jacket and jeans and some kind of spidery lacy shirt. She has thick black hair tinged with deep sea green. She wears no makeup.

KEEPER:  One of the FBI agents walks past as if he doesn't even see her.

ROGERS:  "Who are you and how did you get into this crime scene?"

KEEPER:  "Skip the formalities, huh? Figures. Truth sent me."

LUNDQUIST:  "Yeah, okay. What have you got for me?

Rogers whispers: Rogers is going to try and get wangs attention and get her to photograoh whats going on very subtley though

KEEPER:  "What have I got for you? Well, let's see. Truth says she's got the glam on about four different newsies and lawyers who want a piece of the action. She's keeping them busy. Makes your life easier, right? She said that was the deal."

Keeper whispers to Rogers: Wang doesn't notice your attempts to signal her.

LUNDQUIST:  "Well, for starters... She knew we were expecting a bit more than that though."

KEEPER:  She shrugs and brushes a strand of hair from her eye. "Those things take time. You got some particular request?"

Keeper whispers to Lundquist: Lundquist, all circumstances aside, you find yourself intensely attracted to the girl, nearly to the point of physical arousal.

LUNDQUIST:  "Not really. Just evidence of good faith."

Lundquist whispers: I maintain my professional demeanor. :-)

KEEPER:  She laughs. "I like that. But okay, sure, I'll tell her the troops want more pay. Now, what have you got for us?"

LUNDQUIST:  "I've put the ball in motion. The wheels of bureaucracy begin to turn. These things take time. Has she got anything particular in mind?"

Keeper whispers to Rogers: You notice a slight flush in Lundquist's face that wasn't there before. He's not acting any different, though.

Rogers whispers: I'm going to back slightly away

ROGERS:  "You feeling alright Mark?"

KEEPER:  She smiles again.

LUNDQUIST:  "Yep."

ROGERS:  "Sure?"

Rogers whispers: can I make a psychology roll on him to seee whats up?

LUNDQUIST:  "Yeah, I'm sure. So, is there anything else, miss...?"

KEEPER:  She shrugs. "You tell me. I just take the word back home. You got something to make the boss happy? Be a good boy and share."

LUNDQUIST:  "Like I said, I put things in motion. You can remind her that that's what we'd agreed on last time we spoke."

Lundquist whispers: Does her voice sound like the tape from my meeting with Daniels?

Keeper whispers to Lundquist: No. Different inflection altogether.

Keeper whispers to Rogers: His breathing is slightly quick, not enough to otherwise notice. From the way he's unconsciously licked his lip a couple of times his mouth must be dry. In your medical opinion, it looks like the middle stages of sexual arousal.

Rogers whispers: How attractive is this girl?

Keeper whispers to Rogers: She's attractive, sexy in an unsettling, streetwise-jailbait sort of way, but you're not feeling THAT kind of heat.

KEEPER:  Her lips twist into a slight grin. "I'll remind her of that. She really digs being reminded of things. Is that all you got?"

LUNDQUIST:  "For now, yeah. Is four muzzled lawyers all you've got?"

ROGERS:  "Agent Wang come here and bring a camera now!" Rogers grabs the girl and grapples her

Lundquist whispers: Wow, I've been wanting to do that myself for like ten minutes now... :-)

Rogers whispers: here comes the san blasting moment :-)

KEEPER:  Rogers grabs the girl easily. She grunts and staggers without putting up a fight. "Shit," she says as the big man holds her. "Take a fucking PROZAC, Tyson! What are you guys, suicidal?"

ROGERS:  "Wang get in here now!"

ROGERS:  "MARK, Cuff her and search her"

KEEPER:  No response from the FBI team. They go about their business.

LUNDQUIST:  "I don't think it's gonna do any good, Mike..."

LUNDQUIST:  "Agent Wang?"

ROGERS:  "Mark are you going to search her?"

LUNDQUIST:  "I wouldn't mind, actually... But I don't think there's any point."

KEEPER:  The girl squirms uncomfortably. "Truth is gonna LOVE this, asshole," she says up to Rogers. "You better be polite."

LUNDQUIST:  "Well, the same goes double for you people, if I can use that term. I mean, how the fuck are we supposed to react?"

KEEPER:  She looks at Lundquist. "Tell him to let me go, will ya? You look like the decent one here."

ROGERS:  "Stuff polite. I don't need polite, and if your not more forthcoming you won't ever see me this polite again, you seem to have had some effect on Mark but not on me."

ROGERS:  "What have you done here?"

KEEPER:  She looks around at Rogers with a scowl. "Yeah, right. What, you don't swing that way, right?"

ROGERS:  "So what, at least I'm batting for the right team in this fracas. Now talk or die."

LUNDQUIST:  "Ooh, Christ, you're gonna hurt our feelings. We had a deal. We've kept our end. We're working on doing more. I'll expect the same out of Truth."

LUNDQUIST:  "So I'll ask again: Is sitting on four lawyers all that Truth has for us? Or is there something else?"

KEEPER:  She laughs again, at Rogers. She looks at Lundquist again, still uncomfortable. "There's ALWAYS something else," she says. "You gonna tell him to let me go, or what?"

LUNDQUIST:  "What?"

ROGERS:  "I say lets kill her and wait for the Truth to show in person I'd rather deal with the power than some pathetic minion."

KEEPER:  She rolls her eyes, then winces at Rogers' grip on her arm.

LUNDQUIST:  "Sorry about this. But Rogers doesn't take orders from me."

ROGERS:  "I take requests though. How should I kill her?"

KEEPER:  She glances up at Rogers, irritated. "Like you said, baby," she says to Lundquist. "Not much point to it."

LUNDQUIST:  "You shouldn't. It would'nt do any good, and it might end up hurting us. Right?"

KEEPER:  She grins. "Smart cop, dumb cop. You guys made up a new twist on it."

LUNDQUIST:  "Now my feelings really are hurt. Beleive me, if we were gonna play you, we wouldn't be that unsubtle about it. Look, tell Truth that just like last time, you've been hitting all the wrong buttons."

LUNDQUIST:  "The only thing I can figure is that that's been the idea all along."

ROGERS:  "And that would make you the prisoner about to fall down a flight of stairs unless I'm mistaken"

KEEPER:  She shifts uncomfortably in Rogers' hands.

LUNDQUIST:  "I don't know what your game is, but we'd have to be fucking idiots to play along, right?"

KEEPER:  "You think we're just pushing buttons?" She laughs lightly. "This ain't pushing buttons and playing along, man. This is just the way things are. Truth's got the magic, and you don't. You make yourselves helpful, and the magic will work for you a little while. You think she plays this nice to everybody?"

LUNDQUIST:  "I got no fucking clue what to think."

ROGERS:  "Want to see if she can fly with her magic, Mark?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Yeah, I do... But I don't think we should."

LUNDQUIST:  "Well. then that brings us back around to the fact that we've kept up our end of the bargain."

KEEPER:  "Yeah? Fine, I'll take that back. 'They did their part, so they got jack shit.'"

ROGERS:  "You carry on you'll be going back in bits."

ROGERS:  "Magic crap."

LUNDQUIST:  "We've been a little busy, you know... And Truth herself accepted that this would take a while."

LUNDQUIST:  "You can remind her about that too."

KEEPER:  "I'll do that. So why's big boy here putting the paws on me? You afraid I'm gonna rough you up or something? That's not my deal."

LUNDQUIST:  "Or something, yeah."

Keeper whispers to Rogers: She smells very good, by the way. Very fresh.

Rogers whispers: so she has a good deturgent:-)? I'm not starting to like her am I?

Rogers whispers: can I place the smell?

Keeper whispers to Rogers: Just clean and sweet.

Rogers whispers: Natural or similar tio the smell in the hospital room way back at the begining of the campaign?

Keeper whispers to Rogers: Natural. Nothing weird about it. She just smells nice. Very touchable, in a good way.

Rogers whispers: Weird, or are you just jerking me around I wonder?

LUNDQUIST:  "As for the paws, well, let's just say I can't really blame him much."

ROGERS:  "Don't know what you see in the scrawny trash Mark."

KEEPER:  She smiles uncomfortably. "Whatever," she says with a grin.

ROGERS:  "So does she walk out of here or fly?"

ROGERS:  "Wang!"

KEEPER:  Agent Wang pokes her head around the corner, surprised. "Yes?"

LUNDQUIST:  "She probably beams up or something. I'd like to know myself. So how do we get in touch if we come across anything?"

ROGERS:  "Get your camera in here now."

KEEPER:  The girl shrugs. "You don't. You save it up, and when I come around, we share and share alike." She smiles again, still held uncomfortably. "It'll be more fun if you play nice, you know."

LUNDQUIST:  "Well, next time, we'll try to remember to play nice. You can assure Truth that I really am onto something she'll like. But it's very compartmentalized and I'm going to have to break some rules to get at it. And I'm going to be careful about doing that."

ROGERS:  "And if we do have to break some rules and there any come back it won't be the only thing we break understand?" Rogers twists her arm nastily.

ROGERS:  "Wang photograph this person now, use a whole roll of film."

KEEPER:  She grimaces. "Oh, please. More old-line cop shit? Ow! Yeah, that hurts, you did it, big guy."

KEEPER:  Wang looks at you. "Person?" She seems to notice the girl for the first time. "Oh! What--?" She blinks.

ROGERS:  Rogers shoves her into a wall. "Get out of my fucking sight maggot."

KEEPER:  The girl stumbles hard into the wall, but keeps her footing. Wang takes a step back, confused.

ROGERS:  "Well what are you waiting for Wang, an appointment? Take her GOD DAMNED PICTURE!"

LUNDQUIST:  "Easy, Rogers, keep your cool."

ROGERS:  "Oh I'm cool trust me I know what I'm doing."

KEEPER:  The girl glares at Rogers for a second, then looks at Lundquist. She smiles slyly. "Your friend's kinda stupid. But that's okay. I'm pretty nice, most of the time."

ROGERS:  "Just fuck off back to your boss pin head."

KEEPER:  Wang blinks and lifts her camera. She takes a couple of quick shots of the girl. The girl seems to ignore it.

ROGERS:  "Keep snapping Wang, the whole roll."

LUNDQUIST:  "Right, as long as you stay nice, we will too."

KEEPER:  The girl smiles more broadly. She takes a step closer to Lundquist, then stops. "Mark's a nice name. Classy. I like it." She looks at Rogers. "Michael's NOT a nice name. It sounds like a guy who doesn't have a clue or two what 'fucking off' is really all about."

KEEPER:  Wang keeps taking pictures.

ROGERS:  "Talk is cheap."

ROGERS:  "What's your name lowlife anyhow?"

KEEPER:  She shakes her head and smiles. "No, baby. There's nothing cheap about it. My name's Justine."

ROGERS:  "As in truth and Justice? Don't make me laugh, whats your real name?"

KEEPER:  "Jus-TINE," she says, annoyed. She glances at Lundquist. "He really is a little dumb, isn't he?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Yeah, well, you folks are pretty crafty."

LUNDQUIST:  "And Mike's a playa, you don't want none."

ROGERS:  "Oh I heard your name and it's false like everything else about you, now fuck off before I really fuck you off."

LUNDQUIST:  "You see? You're pressing all the wrong buttons. Why don't you quit provoking him? This isn't building a constructive relationship at all."

KEEPER:  She looks Rogers up and down with a smile. "You got it, 'playa.'" She takes a step toward the door. She shrugs out of her jacket, revealing thin, strong arms and a healthy figure beneath her gauzy shirt. She glances back. "Was that rude? How about I make it up to you?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Yeah, sure, give me your number and I'll call you sometime."

ROGERS:  "How about giving us something other than the runaround next time."

KEEPER:  She grins coyly at Lundquist. "Nothing like THAT," she says. "But here's a freebie. All those guys you boys shot to shit downtown? Truth says they weren't the first ones to go down in the line of duty, lately."

LUNDQUIST:  "Really? Who else? Where and when? By who?"

KEEPER:  She shrugs and takes a step toward the door again. "You'll need to figure out the where and when. Truth's sources aren't always real--precise."

LUNDQUIST:  "Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

LUNDQUIST:  "Hey, refresh my memory, Rogers, but did any of the guys we shot actually go down? Seems to me they sprouted wings and flew away."

ROGERS:  "Seemed like that shall I get a blood sample from her?"

ROGERS:  "Wang get me a syringe please."

KEEPER:  Wang looks at you, confused. "But--she's just a girl..."

ROGERS:  "Wang just do it now please. Thats a direct order."

KEEPER:  Wang leaves the room, frowning.

ROGERS:  "I'm sure you won't mind us confirming your not one of the things we've put down recently?"

KEEPER:  Justine stops in the doorway. "You going to wrestle me down again, big guy?"

ROGERS:  "No I'm going to ask you politely if your refuse I'll have my answer anyway and the deal will be off."

ROGERS:  "Along with as many parts of your anatomy as we can manage"

KEEPER:  She smiles coldly. "You ought to think a little before you start saying things like, 'The deal's off,' Michael. Like I said, talk's not cheap. Not a bit."

ROGERS:  "Talk isn't cheap but chances to prove the worth of talk are few and far between, whats it to be Justine?"

ROGERS:  "And the deals only off if you force us into that situation."

KEEPER:  "Well, it'll be this: I'm gonna go home. You're gonna do... whatever you guys do. Beat up some kindergartners or something. Or, you can try to bust me up a little more, and if I have a really, really good night, you'll get Cratered and Mark here can carry on the good fight."

ROGERS:  "Ok you proved your worth to us." Rogers pulls his .45. "Up against the wall, time for a blood sample."

LUNDQUIST:  "Hey, what's 'cratered' mean?"

ROGERS:  "So, you going to give me that sample Justine?"

KEEPER:  She holds her hand out. "No need for the cannon, big guy. You want blood?"

KEEPER:  An inch of skin on her bare left wrist parts, smoothly, and leaks a thin stream of blood to the carpet.

ROGERS:  "Thanks but let me get the sample and choose where."

KEEPER:  She looks at Lundquist. "You ever hear of Judge Crater? He was driving home from work, one day. He just--disappeared."

KEEPER:  Blood falls to the carpet in thick droplets.

ROGERS:  "Wang where's that syringe?"

LUNDQUIST:  "Poor guy. Mike, let her go. This isn't going to do any good."

KEEPER:  She lowers her hand slowly. The flow of blood suddenly stops.

KEEPER:  Wang steps into the room with a small medical kit.

ROGERS:  "Never mind I'll scrape some off the floor. Stay there Wang!"

KEEPER:  Wang stops.

KEEPER:  Justine reaches into her jacket pocket. "We done, guys?"

ROGERS:  "Mark?"

ROGERS:  Rogers is still covering her with his .45

LUNDQUIST:  "Yeah, get out of here, Justine. When can we expect you again? Or will it be someone else next time?"

KEEPER:  She ignores the gun. She pulls a stick of gum from her pocket, unwraps it, and folds it into her mouth.

KEEPER:  She shrugs. "Dunno," she says, chewing. "But it'll be pretty soon." She winks and steps out into the hall.

LUNDQUIST:  "Give Truth our best," I call after her.

KEEPER:  She walks out of sight. Wang looks very confused.

ROGERS:  "And you wanted that thing's phone number. Man, do I ever have better taste in women than you."

LUNDQUIST:  "Look, man, that was strictly professional... I thought we could ID her from it... No, seriously..."