Four and a half hours later there were no leads and I was going out of my mind with worry. I'd finished the paperwork about an hour ago; it had been slow going because I couldn't focus. I had gotten a cup of coffee, used the restroom, ran an update on the computer software and still nothing; the second van had disappeared into thin air. I had now resorted to pacing the floor of the office. I nervously played with strands of my hair and tried to think of something I could do.

James poked his head into the office: "We got something, they sent us a video. Head down to the Conference Room."

I nodded unable to speak and walked downstairs to the Conference Room. I was afraid of what was on that tape. I already had a sick feeling that it would the hostiles making demands and threatening or carrying out torture on the hostages. On Keith.

I sat down in a chair next to Amy. She reached over and squeezed my hand. I smiled weakly at her.

James came in and stood at the head of the table. "We received this video anonymously through the internet. I want everyone on this, trace it back and find out where it was sent from. This is our top priority, pool all of our resources." He sat down and nodded to a techie who played the video on the screen in the front of the room: Two men with assault rifles stood in front of the camera, wearing hooded masks. They moved back.