'Give it too me now Rakesh' Jack growled.

'You have to give me more time...its not ready for you yet.' Rakesh had heard such threats before, he wasn't worried. His nonchalance was evident in his voice.

That soon changed.

'Wrong answer my friend...'

Jack pulled out his pistol, cocked it and aimed between Rakesh's eyes. He grinned as he saw the look of fear gather on his face.

'Lets see if this speeds you up any...' said Jack as Rakesh stared at the weapon, the colour draining from his face. '...I need to get that package too CTU within the next fifteen minutes...so stop pissing me about and give it too me...NOW'

'My cousin...he is working on it right now...he's in the back...he should be finished anytime soon' Rakesh stammered.

Right on cue, a door swung open. Another Indian man walked through, carrying a large bag. He gasped as he saw his cousin with a gun pointed at his head. As he did so he jumped and nearly let go of what he was carrying.

'NO!...' screamed Jack and Rakesh in unison. The man managed too regrip the bag. Rakesh, sweat streaming down his forehead, struggled too continue.

'Manish...give it too him...now...give it too him...'

Jack was already on the move anyway. He ran up too Manish, grabbed the package and sprinted too the door. Time, not courtousies, was the important factor now. He dived into his Warrior and roared off in the direction of CTU.

19:15:23
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19:27:45

Jack burst into the conference room were Michelle, Tony and George were waiting.

'Is it all there Jack?' Mason looked concerned.

'Yeah its all here.' He laid the bag down on the table. 'Whats the time?' he gasped, visibly out of breath.

Tony looked at his watch. He smiled. 'Seven twenty eight exactly, you did it Jack!'

Jack, summoning all his inner strength, leapt in the air and whooped!

'IN YOUR FACE MICHELLE!...' he laughed. 'I am now officially the 'CTU Curry Collection Champion...twenty eight minutes there and back...who da man Michelle?'

Michelle was poorly attempting to cover up her rage that her 6 month record had been beaten.

'You da man Jack...' she conceeded 'but you better not have forgotten my fecking popadoms...'

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the end.