Chapter hundred twenty one

The monitoring room looked like something from a science fiction movie. Wired and computers lined the walls and a man dressed much like Hanson would when he was in his 'tech cave' sat at the desk.

"Excuse us," the woman said stiffly to the man and he quickly left, no doubt recognizing her no-questions tone.

"What are we looking at?" Jeremy asked as she led them to the desk and sat down. "You asked for the videos from earlier, didn't you?" She asked and Sinclair nodded but said, "I'd prefer if you gave us the tapes, we'll take the time to view it, I'm sure we wouldn't want to waste much of your time, huh?"

The woman glared at him and pointed at the monitor, "This is the best I can do for you, I can't let you take the tapes," she said stubbornly.

"We'll burn them, all we need is a copy," Sinclair insisted but she shook her violently and got up from the desk, "I said, no, take it or leave it."

Jeremy moved her aside and sat on the desk, scrolling through the mute images. It was a da