Blast Zone

Chapter 11

Scott walked into the apartment's kitchen to find Naomi cooking breakfast. She was wearing one of his spare shirts.

"Isn't that one of my shirts?" He asked.

"Yep, borrowed it when you went running," She replied "Also didn't I tell you guys not to outside the building?"

"Nope,"

"Well it's standard procedure here. Don't go outside. Don't leave the building unless you're with me," Naomi explained, piling pancakes on a plate "Go wake your brothers, breakfast is ready,"

"Speaking of brothers, why didn't you take Virgil's?"

"Because at the moment we aren't technically dating, his building is bulkier than mine and plus I stole like five of your shirts back in Kansas so it came naturally," Scott smiled. He could see the sadness that flowed from her. She wanted to forgive Virgil, and in turn the rest of the older Tracy's, but there was something else stopping her. Scott made a mental note to tell Alan about this so that the youngest could pull one of his famous lock door tricks.

The Tracy's and Naomi ate the pancakes. John and Alan ate them plain. Scott and Naomi piled on the golden syrup and icing sugar while Jeff and Virgil smothered butter on theirs.

"So my team in DC emailed me last night with some files about the brothers," Naomi told them "I've skimmed them and honestly it will give us a better idea on where they're keeping Gordon. And with the way they're communicating with us it might just narrow our options down,"

"How so?" Jeff asked as he handed Alan two more pancakes.

"Well for starters, they have only been communicating with us through emails even though they have Gordon's phone," Naomi said, finishing off her tenth pancake "That means they're either in a place where cell reception is bad or they just have the money for a phone, burner or otherwise,"

"So you're saying they've got Wi-Fi but they don't have a phone," John said "That's highly illogical,"

"Unless they have a wireless pocket Wi-Fi thing that has preloaded data," Naomi provided the answer "Plus you don't need the internet to make videos or create a monotone voice. Saves them money,"

"So what do we do first?"

"We go to the library," Naomi said "I need some books,"

"You do realise I could do the hacking for you right?" John stated as Naomi pulled some books off the shelf.

"And explain to a judge and jury as to why I let a civilian, and the older brother of the kidnapped, do something when there's no record of you ever been able to do what I need to do. Because if I was the jury, I would see that something's up and I believe you don't want anyone else finding out the secret behind the family business," Naomi replied.

"I could tell what to do. Instruct you so that technically you're the one doing the hacking not me. You could say you did the hacking. I'm sure that would work,"

"It won't. The judge, the defendant and prosecutor will be able to get a file on me. In that file will be my scores from Quantico. I just passed my course on hacking. Plus my co-workers know that I would probably be covering something up if I did that. And they can't help me if that happens,"

"So you're getting books out so that you can say that you learn about it a bit more and it's totally viable,"

"Yes. Now you wouldn't by any chance have a library card would you?" John rolled his eyes and handed the women a rectangular piece of plastic. Naomi smiled.