Chapter Forty-Two
‘And that’s the first and last time I BASE-jump into the UN headquarters,’ Jay muttered to himself. He was sitting, pantsless, in a windowless interview room with hands cuffed behind his body. The UN soldiers had taken his pants.
Damien had been detained too, likely next door, although Jay couldn’t know for certain. The advantage of posing as peaceful protesters was that they didn’t present enough of a threat to receive a full body search, which would have revealed most if not all of their concealed items. Instead, only Jay’s boots and pants had been removed.
On the way into the building, Jay had blabbered endlessly about his rights as a US citizen and a representative of free speech while analyzing every detail of the building’s interior. There was a room to the west
