A/N - The following events take place on and shortly after Day Three.
6am, terrorist base, Mojave Desert – Day Three
He wanted to crush the phone in his hands. Greg Berkeley had just been told the bad news, that his girlfriend had been killed after a botched operation down in Mexico. He and Nina had been together for some months, and for the first time in the terrorist's life, he had been in love. Naturally, a relationship between terrorists didn't have a long life expectancy, and it had been clear to the pair that they weren't going to be planning any weddings any time soon. Ever since Max had died, he and Nina had been tipped to be future leaders of the group. With her gone, Greg wasn't sure if he even wanted to carry on with the life he had chosen.
"Greg?," a man's voice, complete with Georgian accent, called from the other side of the dark room where the terrorists often slept an uneasy slumber.
"What!?," A pissed off Greg replied in his Scouse accent, a remnant of his childhood in England. He looked over to the other man with tired hazel eyes.
"What's the news about Ni-," "Don't say her name, Carl!," snarled Greg, and Carl complied. He knew that if the news was good, that Nina, Cale and the rest would have been back by now, or at least contacted the group.
6.25am, CTU Los Angeles, Los Angeles – Day Three
Kim Bauer slipped inside the morgue, and stood close to the door for a minute, seemingly wary of approaching the giant silver doors behind which laid cadavers of the dead medical team, as well as Nina. Looking for the drawer where Nina's body was lying, she placed her hands around the cold steel of the drawer handle. Hesitating, she began to think of turning around and getting the hell out of there.
Tony Almeida was wandering around, looking for Kim. She had said she was going to the toilet, but had been been for quite some time. Passing the morgue, he stopped before returning to the door and looking through the small window. He looked at Kim, looked at the sheet that covered Nina's body, and decided to walk on.
Slowly pulling the sheet down, Kim held back the tears as Nina's now ashen face was revealed. She could see the blood on Nina's neck, the bruise where someone must have hit her on her cheek. Her hand shook as it approached Nina's face, but as she tenderly stroked the cheekbone, the shaking dulled.
"I'm sorry, Nina. I didn't want him to kill you," Kim whispered. She wondered to herself if she really could have pulled the trigger, really could have killed the woman who had murdered her mother and destroyed her childhood. Although she hated Nina, and had wished her dead for years, she felt that Nina's murder was unnecessary, just another burden on her father. When they had been pointing guns at each other, she had almost resigned her to dying at Nina's hands, before the shot rang out and Nina fell to the floor in pain. When her father approached her and pleaded with her to leave, she saw it in his eyes, in her eyes. The game had to end there, no matter what.
"Goodbye, Nina. I suppose you can rest in peace now," Kim whispered, before slowly placing the sheet back over Nina's body. As Nina's closet relative was a CTU agent in Chicago, Nina's body would be lying in the CTULA morgue for some days before it could be transported there. Kim had only heard that the relative was her brother, a year or two younger than Nina. As she slowly walked out of the morgue, she thought of the future. After last night, Kim was sure that CTU was not the place for her.
10am, terrorist base, Mojave Desert – Day Three
Greg was busy practising his aim at the makeshift shooting range within the base. He thought of the CTU agent who had killed Nina, some blondie named Jack Bauer. Greg knew a lot about Bauer, mostly from Nina, who had once loved Jack much to Greg's disbelief. As for Jack, Greg had a lot of manpower and firepower at his disposal, and he promised himself that Jack Bauer would soon regret his actions.
"I'm coming for you, Jack!," Greg whispered as he fired another bullet into the target.