Revenge, pt. 2 Friday, 09:30 am, New York

Jack took his phone and made the call to Chloe. He stayed, hidden in one of the gardens next to the house, which the address had led him to. Out of his hideout he was observing the building. Apart from one guy who was smoking in front of the house it seemed quiet.

"Chloe?", he whispered, as she picked up.

"Jack, are you on site?"

"Yeah. I see one of them outside in the street. How many are in there?"

She pulled up the satellite image. "I can't tell for sure. At least six of them. Three should deployed in the larger rooms on the first floor, the other ones should be on the third floor, where we think they keep Meyer. Are you ready?"

"Yeah. I'll call you as soon as I'm inside.", he answered and hung up.

They had no resources left for him. No COM unit, no backup and no further cover up from Chloe. If he failed, they could just blame it on his revenge. Jack knew the risks.

He checked on his two weapons again. He had a gun with a silencer ready, another shotgun and a .45 in his holster. In his bag was enough ammunition to start a small war, or, to be able to make a long getaway.

Slowly he crept out of his hideout. He stayed in the shade and snuck over to a phone booth to hide.

The man outside the building had a look around, but then he got another cigarette out of the pack.

Right as he tried to light it Jack took an aim and shot him right in head. The man dropped right to the ground.

Jack ran over to him, took his shoulders and dragged him away from the main entrance, behind a parked car.

For a moment he hid behind that car and then pulled the black mask over his face, before he silently entered the building through a side entrance.

The three men were standing close together, suddenly in his sight. He cradled down behind a few containers.

But they didn't see him. Without making a sound the door fell closed.

Jack looked and saw that he could get around them all. The way upstairs was right at the other side of the room.

As silently as possible he went down the corridor, to the stairs. They hadn't seen him, heading down there, and neither they saw him rushing up the stairs.

Right in that moment his phone vibrated. "Chloe.", he whispered.

"Keep your position, Jack. They are moving. Two of them have come down to the first floor. They coming right your direction. Go upstairs, take the first door on the left and hide until they are out of the house."

"Negative, Chloe. There is a dead body right outside. They're not allowed to leave the building."

She needed a second to come up with a new plan. "Ok, Jack. Go up the stairs, they will be in your field of vision in 8 seconds. You have to shoot on sight."

"Copy that, Chloe." He hung up again and got himself into position at the upstairs landing. Right as the two got in sight he fired a volley of shots, killing them. There were two muffled bangs as their bodies crashed down.

Jack jumped out of his cover and ran over to them, checking their vital signs. Both were dead.

He looked up the stairs to the third floor and got his cell phone again. "Chloe. They're down. I'm moving to the third floor. Is Meyer still where they kept him?"

"No changes. One man is in the same room. Third door on your right, upstairs."

"I'll call you.", he answered.

He checked once more on the magazine before he crept over to that door. Seven shots left. That should be enough for that one hostile. As far as he had seen on the satellite images, Meyer seemed to be sitting in the middle of the room. The guard could be anywhere.

Jack took a deep breath before he opened the door a little bit. He peeked into the room. No visual on the hostile, not even on Meyer. He simply had to swing the door open and see what would happen.

He pushed the door open and hid behind the doorframe.

Nothing happened.

Jack slid into the room and had a look around. That was just a little anteroom. Behind a little passage without a door there seemed to be a bigger room.

He went across the anteroom and had a short look. There was Meyer, sitting on a chair, in the middle of the room. He still didn't see the guard.

Slowly he crept towards the passage and put out a small mirror to have a look.

He kneeled down and held the mirror to see the room.

Now he saw the hostile, sitting on a chair right behind the wall where he was hiding, only a few feet away.

Jack put his gun down and took out a knife.

For a moment he hesitated, then he jumped around the corner, grabbed the man's head and slit his throat. He could even feel the warm blood gushing out of the arteries of this guy. He didn't pull the knife out too soon, pushed it even harder and grabbed the guys mouth any faster. After some endless seconds he let go and put the body down on the floor.

He went over to Meyer, who seemed to be unconscious. He had been beaten up and was looking horrible.

Jack took his shoulders and shook them. "Walters.", he hissed. No reaction. "Meyer. Wake up.", he hissed again. As he heard his real name he woke at once.

He coughed blood, as he woke up and startled, upon seeing an unknown man kneeling in front of him. "Who are you?"

"That's none of your concern. Let's just assume someone sent me to get you out of here."

"You know my name. I suppose you already blew my cover?"

"No.", Jack answered.

"Show me your face."

"No.", Jack answered again. "It's vital that it looks like you made the escape on your own. Are you able to walk and shoot?"

He nodded. "Give me a gun."

Jack handed him his spare gun. "Down on the first floor there are still three of them. We have to take them out."

"Alright. I'll follow you."

They both stood up again. Jack rushed out of the room. As he was at the stairs again he saw that Walters, or Meyer, however his name was, had trouble walking. "Are you up to this?", Jack asked.

"I'll be fine. Shoot on sight.", Dan answered.

Jack nodded and let him go first. Slowly they went downstairs.

Dan had a look at the two bodies that lay in the second floor. They were the ones who had pressed him before. Jack could see it in his view at them.

They crept downstairs once more. This time Jack made the lead. He gestured at Dan where the other hostiles would be- down on the other side of a long hallway. They went on.

Short before they would see them Dan raised his hand, showing Jack to stop.

"Wait.", he whispered. "Let me do this."

Jack nodded. "I can't let anything happen to you. I'll cover your back.", he murmured.

Dan nodded.

They went a few steps down the hallway – as suddenly one of the guards stepped around the corner. He startled and fumbled for his gun.

Jack and Dan started shooting right as they saw him, taking him down before he could even react. But the noise had been too loud. The other two were already running towards that corner.

"Retreat.", Jack yelled at Dan. "We won't have any cover here in the hallway!" He already was about to start running back to the stairwell as he saw that Dan was heading right the other way.

"Damnit.", he cursed, and ran after him, his gun drawn.

One of their men stood right behind that corner and held the muzzle of an automatic weapon right into the hallway, firing around aimlessly.

Jack let his body drop to the floor and took his shotgun. He had to make an aim at this guy's hands, and he did.

The man let the weapon fall down and was screaming awfully.

One to go.

Dan crept closer to the corner, Jack closed up on him.

The last one of them wasn't far away.

Dan shot aimlessly into the room, as he didn't see anything what was going on in there – until his magazine was empty. The other took the advantage and jumped round the corner, an aim on him.

Dan shove the other's hand with the weapon away, causing the hostile to let it fall. But the man didn't let go of him, they kept fighting, until Jack fired his gun in the air.

The hostile let go of Dan, dropping him to the ground.

Coughing he fought to stand up again, which seemed to be hard work for him.

Jack held the other man at gunpoint. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Think so.", Dan answered and took the other's gun from the ground. He checked on the magazine and then also pointed it at the man. "I'll take it from here.", he murmured into Jack's direction.

"Alright. Do whatever you want. I'll stay for backup.", Jack answered and let the two of them a bit of space to talk.

"Where is Damian?", Dan asked the man. "Tell me."

The other just sneered. "No way."

"I had a deal with Damian. It didn't consist of ending up here, getting questioned by you all. I wanted to buy something.", he continued. "Where do I find him?"

The other showed no reaction.

Dan lowered his weapon and shot the man's right knee. "Where is he?", he asked again.

Screaming in pain he went down. "Fuck you!", he just repeated all the time.

Dan took a deep breath and then aimed at the other leg. "Tell me."

"He told us to question you here… we should bring you to 107th thereafter, he's got an office there, right at the Brendan Street, close to the highway.", the guy coughed. "He was suspicious whether you are FBI or police or anything like that."

Dan knelt down. "Yo think like that?", he asked, took the man's head by his hair and forced him to look at him. "You made a mistake.", he answered, stood up again and went a few steps away. For a few moments he thought whether he should kill this guy now or not, but he decided not to. This was his chance to get his credibility back.

"Who is that guy?", the man on the ground coughed.

Dan looked at Jack, who had his weapon still drawn and aimed at the man on the ground.

Again Dan knelt down to the man. "Do you really think I would come here without backup? Tell Damian I'll call him. Terms have changed now a bit." He stood up, facing Jack. "Let's go."

Jack had a final look at the man who was writing in pain there. He would survive this, without question.

Still holding him at gunpoint he watched Dan's back, as he limped out of this building.

As they stepped out into the sunlight, Jack took his black hood off. "Get over there. I've got my car parked in the other alley."

Dan followed him. Jack tried to hide the shotgun as well as he could, underneath his jacket.

"Who are you?", Dan asked, again.

"Get in the car. I'll tell you on the way."

"You're FBI, aren't you?", Dan asked as he got into the car. "I know your face from somewhere."

"Can't be. I've never been working for the FBI.", Jack answered as he drove off. "Let's just say CTU sent me to get you out of this, but not to blow your cover. None of the official channels knows about this, this is going to stay between us."

"Alright.", Dan answered. "You can at least give me your name."

"Not important.", Jack answered.

They both sat silent for a few moments. "Where do you want to be put off?", Jack asked.

"My flat should be safe. It's six blocks form here. Turn right, then straight ahead."

Jack did as he was told.

Again Dan gazed at him. "I know your face. You've been undercover with Renee." This man was not as uninvolved into all this as he maybe liked to be. "I've heard rumors. You're Bauer, right?", he continued.

"What rumors.", Jack asked with a low voice.

"About you. No good ones."

"None of your concern.", Jack said again, this time harsher.

"Are you in it for revenge?", Dan asked. "That's what all these rumors are about. I didn't believe you were still on this. Wasn't that enough what you did the other day?"

Jack braked the car to a sudden stop. "One more word and throw you out, do you understand me?", he hissed.

But Dan looked straight into his eyes. "Don't handle me like this. I've known Renee. That's all I wanted to say."

Jacks eyes filled up with fury. "You knew her?"

Dan nodded. "I was undercover same time with her. I didn't know that she was one of us. Played her role really well."

"What do you want to tell me with all this.", Jack murmured.

Dan sighed. "Nothing. It's simply a tragedy that she's not around any more.", he murmured and lowered his view.

Jack took a deep breath. No. Don't speak about Renee, he ordered himself. Not to anyone, and especially not to a guy whom he had known for only a few minutes and who seemed to know Renee better than he did by himself.

He set the turn signal and got back on the road.

"Do you want to get deeper into this?", Dan asked.

"I think I better don't. Pretty much people want to see me dead.", Jack replied.

"You're right. If you change your mind, let me know."

"Alright."

Five minutes later. Jack stopped at a red traffic light, which was only a few yards away from Waltes' entrance door. It was convenient to be able to let him out of the car so unsuspiciously.

"Goodbye Jack, thanks.", Dan said as he quickly left the car. He wore one of Jacks coats to cover his ugly, bloody own clothes.

Jack drove off.

Right as he was around the next corner he took out his cell phone and called Chloe.

"Chloe, it's done. I let him out at his apartment. I'm on Wellington, corner 74th street."

"Where did you drop him off, then?", she asked.

"His apartment. At least he said that was it."

"No. His apartment is way across the city. Where did you leave him, Jack?"

"He told me to!", Jack roared. "What the hell is going on, Chloe?"

"Jack, something is not right. We're just getting some evidence that a major arms deal will probably happen in the city. Today, we still don't know where. It is vital that Walters keeps under cover and is invited to that deal."

"Do you know anything about a man named Damian? He's got an office near 107th and Brendan. Walters mentioned it before. And have a look into his file from the FBI. Find out who knew about his undercover mission. They suspected him to be FBI, so there's got to be somebody who talked."

"I'll see what I can find out, Jack. And please- keep an eye on Walters. Until I know how the Russians got suspicious of him I can trust nobody else."

"I'll do.", he murmured and hung up. Then he turned the car around and drove back. This was just about to become ugly.