any police officers around the building. Dread or Adam would message him if they found anything, and it was probably in their room. Just the girls being distracted, he tried to tell himself, even if that made no sense at all.
In truth, it was the only thing that kept him from panicking. But just to be sure, while he walked, he pulled out his own phone and sent a message to Zara. He needed to know that someone up there was fine.
Jason: Babe? You ok?
Nothing. She didn't reply. Maybe she was in the bathroom? But all of them? And they hadn't been up there long enough to get that drunk. So, when he reached the group, he didn't give a shit about the computer they were all looking at.
"Void? Have you heard from Riley?" Jason demanded.
"She's upstairs," he said.
"They. Aren't. Answering," Jason growled.
Logan's head snapped up and for a breath, he simply looked at Jason. Then he pulled out his phone, swiped, and pressed a button. His eyes hung on Jason's face while he pressed his phone to his ear, but nothing. He just kept watching, until Void ended the call and dropped his phone on the table before them.
"Voicemail."
"Fuck," Jason hissed. "None of them are, not even Dez. Deviant is being detained and secured by SWAT. Adam just got an alert from Kate's watch."
"We got the computer," Psyc offered.
"And Rhaven's probably missing too," Jason told him.
Slowly, Void stood back up. "Every fiber in my body wants to charge upstairs, but I know better. Go find them, Jason. I'll secure this for the PLG, have it locked behind the front desk in as secure of a place as I can find, and I'll wait for you to tell me they're ok. Because those women are going to be fine. They keep being fine and..." He stopped as his voice broke. "Please?"
The pleading in Void's voice. The desperation. It matched Jason's own and was the last push he needed. Fuck the case. Fuck doing this right. The women weren't replying to any of them, and Jason couldn't take it anymore. Without a word he turned and ran. Not jogged, not marched. Jason ran as hard as he could, not caring about anything other than his wife, child, and friends.
When he headed for the elevator, a police officer tried to stop him. "Sir, we need everyone - "
Jason pulled out his badge and shoved it at the guy's face. "I have five on the top floor, not answering any messages. The same five that were on the hit list, so I suggest you get the fuck out of my way, sir."
"Sorry, Agent," the man said, stepping out of the way.
Jason just walked into the elevator again. A swipe of his room key unlocked access to the top floor. Pressing the button, the doors closed and the car began to move, but every second felt like an eternity. Did they actually have them? Could the signal just be jammed? Maybe the women had barricaded themselves into a suite? Between the lot of them, they had a few keys, which meant a few options, right? Maybe they'd been forced to scatter and had left their phones? But all of that seemed unlikely. It was just his mind desperately trying to grasp onto some semblance of hope.
When he finally hit the top floor, Jason pulled his gun and stepped off the elevator. Silence. Nothing at all came from the rooms around him. The lack of sound was so oppressive that it felt heavy. Carefully, step by step, Jason made his way to Riley's suite. There, he leaned in to listen through the wood. Nothing. So he knocked.
A second went by, then another. Still no sound, so Jason pulled out his keycard and unlocked the suite. Taking a deep breath, he turned the handle, paused, and then rushed in. Nothing in front of him, so he checked left and then right, securing the room. Immediately, the clatter of nails on the floor assured him that Crysis was still here, but there wasn't another sound in the place. Jason didn't let that stop him.
He secured the main area, then worked from one side toward the other, checking the bedrooms and everything in between before he made it to the war room. Rushing in, he checked both sides again, and lowered his gun. Nothing. Not a single thing except his dog following loyally behind him.