"There's nothing out there." Rowan sat on the seat in the van. "Terry the technician rigged up the cameras that you've just ripped out. If he had a body cam then I didn't know, but even if he had, he's not here." Jason darted at her and began going through her pockets. "You bloody big ape! You're hurting me!" Jason pushed her back onto the seat and flung himself on the other. "You weren't even supposed to see me. I was to stay up front with the driver and the computer. Terry covered for me quickly and said I was a social worker when all this happened and I was forced in here with Stewart. You saw them, Jason. Did they look like they were acting? Would an act extend to leaving a remand prisoner alone in the back of a van with me? Would I have sent you straight to the bloody laptop to blow my cover? They had guns, Jason! Fair enough they could have been fake, I don't know, but it sure as hell convinced two fully trained policemen. As for your family, I deserve to be dragged to pieces. I've no excuses. I never gave them a thought and didn't even consider what it would be like to see you on your way to court to stand trial." Rowan exhaled loudly. "I don't even know where we are, or who those gunmen were, or why they took us. All I can think of is that this is a rendezvous point and they're now on their way to wherever they were going in a different vehicle. I don't blame you for not believing me, you don't have to. We aren't going to be escorted off set because this isn't a set. No producers or cameramen are going to turn up so I can go home, no one is coming for us. We'll be sitting in here forever, Jason."

"You're right. I don't believe you." Jason snapped. "But I don't trust this van either. Out." He nodded towards the door and Rowan climbed out. "You were a bit to vocal in there for my liking, Rowan. Nice commentary. You aren't getting a show out of me, I told you that." He said quietly. "And there is no way in hell I'll jeopardize my trial by carrying on like a nutcase with you. All your precious audience will see is us strolling around the place as though we were taking a walk in the park. How bloody boring is that? They'll tune out in their thousands. This way. I have the flashlight, remember." Jason stormed off in the direction of an open, barred gate. Rowan had no choice but to follow him.

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