"Anything happens to her or my family, and I will turn your entire world upside down. And I promise you, you won't even see it coming."

"That's what you said, isn't it Bauer?" Yuri Suvarov asked as he looked at his prisoner of the last eight months. Jack didn't respond, not that Suvarov really expected him to; the former Counter Terrorism agent hadn't said a word since he had gotten on the plane to Moscow, not even when he was subjected to tortures that would make even Joseph Stalin tell Suvarov what he wanted to know. In this case though, Suvarov really didn't care one way or the other. If Jack gave them information that could only be beneficial for Russia, and if not, then he would still face justice for all the people he killed five years ago. The Americans may be willing to pardon him and hail him as some sort of hero, but Suvarov wasn't about to let the man get away with his crimes.

"Look at you. You're nothing, and soon you will know nothing. You see, these are your last few moments on Earth. I will leave you with the knoweledge that everyone you love will soon join you. Your daughter, your son in law, your granddaughter, Chloe O'Brian, and that CIA bitch Kate Morgan will soon join you in death. That knoweledge Mr. Bauer will hurt you more than anything I could ever do to you." He said with a cold smile before turning and walking out of the room, Three minutes later Jack was being walked down a corridor to the execution chamber in the center of a four man escort, his hands bound behind his back.

"I wonder how you will die. Will they shoot you or seperate your head from your shoulders?" One of the guards asked with a sadistic grin.

"Oh, I hope they do not do either. Poison the American swine and let him die slowly." Said another, only for a third man to shake his head.

"Cut his stomach open like he did with our comrade and leave him to rot."

As it turned out they were all wrong as Jack lashed out with his legs, sweeping a guard off his feet, and slamming his head into another one's face, knocking him to the floor, blood bleeding from his nose. Jack turned to deal with the other two only to find one of them already dead, his throat slit by the fourth man, the only one who hadn't spoken. Jack slammed his foot into the neck of the first guard he had felled, killing him at the same time the guard killed his final comrade.

"Come on, we've got to get out of here."

"Who are you?" Jack asked, his voice weak from lack of use.

"C'mon Jack, don't you recognize an old friend?" The man asked as he took off his helmet.

"Tony?"