The Sensational Six spent the afternoon eating lunch, then an army officer directed them to a flat set aside for them. They prayed and briefly talked about their next move. Glen got word on his phone from the American. The agent stated that military intelligence would question Politically Correct and would then brief them on their findings.
With nothing left to do, Mick showered and slept the sleep of exhaustion on one of the beds. He later awoke from Jordan shaking his arm. Mick must have slept hours, as he awoke almost fully rested. A glance at the American beside Jordan informed him the man brought news.
“What did you learn?” Mick asked.
“Nothing; that’s why your crew has to come with me. My car’s waiting outside.”
Mick rolled from the bed and accompanied his team making their way out of the front door. From the landing, Mick noted three black cars with tinted windows at the base of the stairs. The driver of the middle car opened the doors for them. They shifted along the plush bench seats and waited for the driver to move. A half hour elapsed as the car negotiated suburban traffic.
“I know where we’re going,” said Glen aside.
Mick nodded, assuming Glen knew the whereabouts of locations used by the secret service community. The cars veered down a concrete ramp, leading into an underground car park. A uniformed guard appeared from nowhere to open Mick’s door as the car stopped. The guard ushered them over to a door with an encoded lock, and rapidly keyed in numbers. A buzz and click followed, prior to him pushing the door open.
Cameras followed them as they walked behind the American along the hallways where they had to pass through another encoded door. Once through, they encountered a hive of activity. People behind worked behind desks, either with paper work or by computers.
The American bypassed the large room.
“We’re holding him in interview room one,” he said.
At the end of the room they passed a few private offices and entered another door. A corridor displayed barred cells on either side. Halfway down, a closed door had two uniformed guards standing at their posts with automatic rifles. Beside it the Sensational Six could see Politically Correct seated behind a steel table; his hands cuffed to a U bolt in the centre. All gaped as they noted the now maskless face of the prisoner.
“He looks just like Jordan,” said Mick.
Jordan’s doppelganger remained seated fully upright, but with eyes closed.
“Can he see us?” Mick asked.
“No,” said the American. “He’s remained fixed in that position for hours without moving. So far, he hasn’t responded to any questioning at all.”
“He’s in a state of meditation,” said Jordan. “Perhaps I should speak to him.”
“Can he?” Mick asked.
“That’s what you’re here for,” said the American. “Let him through.”
The guards snapped to attention. One of them opened the door and held it for Jordan. He took a seat opposite his evil twin.
“A gorilla has a fearsome jaw,” said Jordan.
Politically Correct opened his eyes. “And yet it does it not eat meat.”