kat shakes her head, apparently too angry to talk, as jaka casually moves behind them so that he can also see. she touches the screen and it hums to life, yanking up a duplicate of an officer's e-mail, and an attached video file. it's labeled 'surveillance 108270__faa' at the top and is in slightly grainy black and white, but the figures and location are recognizable: it's the back alley behind the concert hall. the date of the concert is stamped across the lower left, and mark is visible, talking to violet. there's no sound, but the two of them seem engaged in some kind of intense conversation. mark looks anxious, continuously looking over his shoulder, and as violet listens, she begins to look worried as well. she moves forward, placing a hand on his arm tenderly and he looks slightly relieved. his relief seems to grow when she withdraws and moves back to the stage door, stopping with her hand on the bar to turn back and make one last comment. mark turns his face away, and vi gives him one last lingering worried glance before disappearing inside.
kat tenses beside them as if preparing herself again for this next part. mark collapses to sitting on the steps, and buries his face in his hands, shoulders shuddering slightly, but abruptly he looks up as if he heard a noise. there's no recognition in his expression, but definite apprehensive understanding, and when roger james steps into view of the camera, mark gets to his feet. he looks back at the door hesitating visibly, as james steps closer to him, demanding something. mark mutters a response and then james jams a finger into his chest and gestures at the door. terror overtakes mark's expression again, but then he nods, resigned again and goes to peek inside.
he looks back out moments later, and nods gingerly, waving james in. the assassin pushes past him and marches inside, and leaves mark staring at the door as it swings closed.
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kat shakes her head, apparently too angry to talk, as jaka casually moves behind them so that he can also see. she touches the screen and it hums to life, yanking up a duplicate of an officer's e-mail, and an attached video file. it's labeled 'surveillance 108270__faa' at the top and is in slightly grainy black and white, but the figures and location are recognizable: it's the back alley behind the concert hall. the date of the concert is stamped across the lower left, and mark is visible, talking to violet. there's no sound, but the two of them seem engaged in some kind of intense conversation. mark looks anxious, continuously looking over his shoulder, and as violet listens, she begins to look worried as well. she moves forward, placing a hand on his arm tenderly and he looks slightly relieved. his relief seems to grow when she withdraws and moves back to the stage door, stopping with her hand on the bar to turn back and make one last comment. mark turns his face away, and vi gives him one last lingering worried glance before disappearing inside.
kat tenses beside them as if preparing herself again for this next part. mark collapses to sitting on the steps, and buries his face in his hands, shoulders shuddering slightly, but abruptly he looks up as if he heard a noise. there's no recognition in his expression, but definite apprehensive understanding, and when roger james steps into view of the camera, mark gets to his feet. he looks back at the door hesitating visibly, as james steps closer to him, demanding something. mark mutters a response and then james jams a finger into his chest and gestures at the door. terror overtakes mark's expression again, but then he nods, resigned again and goes to peek inside.
he looks back out moments later, and nods gingerly, waving james in. the assassin pushes past him and marches inside, and leaves mark staring at the door as it swings closed.
the feed cuts out instantly there. ]