Present – Jack – Post firefightI pick up a shitload of illegal weapons, head into the house with Jennifer and question, "Isn't it ass backwards br...nging these into the cabin?"She laughs and replies, "Jack, I am about to blow your mind! When I had this cabin rebuilt after the fucking terrorist attack I added a few extra features."We run into the basement, Jens pulls aside a bookcase, presses a few buttons and I jump back when a fucking hidden door opens. Lights come on and I see a downward. I quickly wiped my hands and headed for the door. He came up behind me before I could make it out and pushed me face first against the wall. He quickly pinned me next to the door with a hand on the wall to either side of me and his body pressed against me. He was much bigger than me, probably 6’2” or 6”3 and definitely over 200 lbs.“Where you going?”, he grunted in my ear.“Hey, I don’t want any trouble. I was just leaving.”, was my shaky reply.His hand reached down and moved over my ass as he. " "Okay. Um, cool. Do you mind if I sit down now?" "What? Oh, sorry." Brody helped her over to an empty chair. "Thanks, I've got it." Ryan looked up when he kept his hands around her waist. "What?" "I want to kiss you, and it'd be easier if you were standing." Alarms went off in Ryan's head, and she put her hands on his arms, applying enough pressure that he stepped back, although he didn't let go. She cleared her throat. "That's flattering, Brody, but I don't think that's a good idea." "No?". “Let’s just say that I rather keep a look out than stay in here, watching this filth,” the young agent says.“That’s fine,” she says with a shrug. “We shouldn’t be too long.” She walks ahead, leaving Geoffrey at the door. It isn’t hard for her to find Spencer among the crowd. He has someone pressed against the wall by the collar of his shirt.“Whoa now, mister,” the man shrieks, flailing his arms around. “I told you that I don’t know his name.”Before Spencer can get more out of the man, another.