Agent Shore sat as his desk, a phone in one hand and a cup of strong, black coffee in the other. This case was eating at him. "I've questioned every man, woman and chimpanzee. I've turned over every stone from here to hell and back, and no one knows anything. Just a bunch of liars! Somebody knows something and I'm gonna find out." Sometimes Charlie got a little dramatic when a case got down into his soul.
"Who you talking to Charlie" asked his partner.
"Hey Alex. I'm still digging through the evidence from that crash, but it's just not adding up. I've got boxes of files, dozens of transcripts, including the black box. Feel like jumping in," he asked? "Two heads and all.... I know I'm missing something. I'll order some lunch. Feel like Chinese?
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"Okay, let's get down to business. What do we know?" Charlie got them back on track.
"Well, we've narrowed it down to two intended targets. Tomas and the pilot, what was his name? Rafael? Raul? Whatever...who assigned him to this flight? Terrorist plot?
"Maybe it's a terrorist attack but I don't think the pilot was involved and I think Manuel was just plain lucky. No, Tomas was going to work on some contracts so we need to find out who he was dealing with. Maybe someone wanted those negotiations to fail."
"So, we're going to Colombia, huh Charlie?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yep."
"What about my date?" complained Alex.
"What did the fortune cookie say?"
"Congratulations! You are on your way"
Previously:
Beyond the Window
Risky Business
Aliens, Really?



