Andrew went outside on the side walk pacing hands on his hips frustrated. He paced back and forth. Julia followed him. His mind was racing. Thinking. Processing what had just happened and what he had heard.

"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?", muttered Andrew. He sighed exhaling in anger and discontent.

"Their hiding something! I know it! They are hiding something!", hissed Andrew.

"You sound paranoid", stated Julia crossing her arms.

"Don't you see it!", exclaimed Andrew raising his arms and pointing back at the door. "They come in and search through our things! They have an order from the Prime Minister himself! If they were really interested in international security they would let us do our jobs and work together with us! Not confiscate everything!", yelled Andrew.

"Hey! I don't like this either but they have a job to do just like us! Now I don't like it either and you best as hell not think that your the only victim here!", snapped Jane getting angry at Andrew's attitude.

Andrew fell silent. He shoved his hands into his pockets and there were several moments of silence between them.

"Sorry", mumbled Andrew. Julia didn't reply and crossed her arms.

Andrew felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open. He looked at the message. It came from the anonymous tips number. He opened it.

Search Jamie DeLacy
-end message-

Andrew furrowed his eyebrows. Then he got another message.

She was at the bombing
-end message-

Andrew lifted his head looking around. He got an odd feeling.

"What is it?", asked Julia concerned.

"I.....I just got an anonymous tip to look for someone named Jamie DeLacy....she was at the bombing", said Andrew.