Cassie felt Roebuck jerk and suddenly she was being pulled down. She fell on him and rolled. She started to move when she felt Sam grab her.

"Don't look Sweetheart. Don't look." Sam ordered.

Cassie closed her eyes as she got up and threw her arms around Sam. Tears flowed down her cheeks.

Jack walked over and looked at the Roebuck. He reached down and picked up the pistol. He walked over to them both.

"You two okay?" He asked softly.

Sam nodded, her eyes watery as Cassie moved to hug Jack.

"I'm so sorry Jack. I should have listened. I thought I could help." She cried.

Jack stroked her hair. "Shh. It's okay." He said as he held her and gently stroked her hair.

Sam came over and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. "Thank you."

He smiled. He looked down at Cassie. "You better?"

She stepped back and nodded.

Jack looked around. The helicopter was still circling and the glow of the flashing lights of the emergency response vehicles could be seen reflecting off the buildings.

"How did these people show up?" He asked as they started to walk to the front of the complex.

Cassie looked up. "I texted Grandpa George and gave him the address."

Jack and Sam exchanged grins as the same familiar voice Jack heard earlier called out.

"O'Neill! Carter!"

They turned to see a familiar person walking up to them.

"Agent Barrett." Jack said coldly.

Sam smirked. She knew Jack never quite trusted the NID even though Hayes had cleaned house, and she also knew Daniel had told Jack that Barrett had hit on her once.

"I will need statements from you three." Barrett stated.

Jack turned them toward the front of the building. "Later. Get your answers from Childress."

"Childress?" Barrett asked surprised.

Jack froze. He turned.

"Senator Childress. He and his dead body guard should have been in there when you came in."

"We got four guys outside and two guys inside, plus Trainor, Johnson, and McFadden. No one else." Barret replied.

"Damn" Jack said. He looked at Sam. "He must have been wearing body armor."

Cassie looked up in realization. "The van! That's how they plan to leave."

Jack, Sam and Cassie raced to the back fence, leaving Barrett standing there confused. They reached the back and saw crates had been stacked up against the fence. A discarded vest lay on the ground. Jack realized it was Thompson's body armor.

Jack raced for the crates and climbed them and hopped over. Sam followed. She glanced back at Cassie.

"Stay here." She ordered as she began climb the crates.

She dropped to the ground and looked around as she heard Cassie hit the ground beside her.

"I told you to stay put." She hissed.

"I didn't hear you, sorry." Cassie replied.

Sam shook her head. "We are so going to talk about this young lady."

They joined Jack by a stack of crates where he was watching the van. He looked at Cassie and frowned. Expecting to be chewed out, she was shocked when Jack returned her pistol.

She quickly cleared it checked it and chambered a round. She nodded at Jack as he watched her. He turned to the van.

"I don't see anything Cassie." Sam said.

Cassie peeked through a gap in the stacked crates. Nothing moved. She had been wrong. She felt dejected that she had let them down when something caught her eye.

"It's not leaning. Tire has been changed." Cassie replied.

Jack moved around the crates to approach the van sitting in shadows. Suddenly the helicopter light bathed the area in white brilliance. Barrett.

Jack saw Childress hiding behind the van. Jack moved to the front corner of the van. He knew Simpson was very near.

"Give it up Childress." He yelled.

"Tomorrow I will be back in my office and you will be but a memory O'Neill." Came the reply.

"You egomaniacs are all the same. Isn't there any variety in you idiots?" Jack replied.

Jack suddenly felt a flash of pain in his side as gunfire was heard. He spun and slid down the side of the van. He looked up as Simpson stepped into view from his hiding spot.

"I'm going to enjoy this." Simpson said as he raised his gun. Jack tried to bring his gun up but knew he was too late.

He flinched as the sound of two gunshots were heard. He looked up at Simpson who had surprise on his face as blood poured from a wound in his neck. He watched the man sink to his knees, his eyes on Jack. He fell face forward in dirt. Jack looked at the body to see he also had a wound in his back. He glanced up to see both Cassie and Sam lowering their weapons as they moved towards him.

Cassie dropped to her knees, slipping her weapon in her waist band at the small of her back as Sam kneeled beside him.

"Jack?" Cassie said, fear in her voice.

"Don't anyone move."

They looked up to Childress come around the corner with a gun pointed at them.

Sam tensed and Childress caught the movement.

"I have no doubt you are fast Colonel Carter, but not that fast. Drop the gun." Childress ordered.

Sam hesitated a moment.

"Drop the gun or watch Miss Frasier's blood spray all over O'Neill." Childress ordered.

Sam frowned and dropped her gun as Cassie turned on her knees to face Childress.

"Please don't hurt them." Cassie pleaded as she raised her arms. She was relieved when she felt her shirt come up off her waist.

Childress frowned. "My dear, I normally don't do this sort of thing, but since it seems my political career is over and I must find a new life, I will make an exception. I am going to make O'Neill watch me kill you, then your mother. Then as he knows the pain of loss, I am going to kill him."

"Oh shut up would you?" Jack asked

Childress face showed anger at O'Neill's lack of fear. His anger was replaced by shock as he heard a rapid firing of a pistol and felt slugs ripping through his body. He fell backward onto the ground as Sam looked to see Jack holding Cassie's gun in his hand. The barrel was smoking.

He lowered the weapon he had pulled from Cassie's waistband and gave his cocky grin. "He needed to be voted out anyway."

Sam got up and walked over to check on Childress. His lifeless eyes assured her he would not be getting back up. She looked back to see a Cassie frantically trying to stop Jack's bleeding from his wound. She hurried back over.

Cassie looked up at her in panic as headlights appeared on the road and people approached from the same area they used to scale the fence.

"Sam, I can't stop his bleeding." She said frantically.