Driving back to Burwell's house, Jack's mind was quickly rethinking about all the information he had up to that moment and how he could have prepared best to what was to come. On one side, it was good that Tony had finally made the call and, somehow, had managed to tip him about the other buyer. Maybe the choice to trust him wasn't so bad after all, or, at least, that was what he was trying so hard to believe. On the other, the news of the buyer could have drastically affected the result of the mission. If Burwell would have decided for a blind auction, in fact, there was no certainty to make the best offer and get the uranium. Something similar had already happened to Jack many years ago in the attempt of recovering the Cordilla virus: after losing the auction against his long-time nemesis Nina Myers, everything had gone downhill and the virus had made hundreds of deaths after being released at the Chandler Plaza Hotel. Jack knew that he couldn't afford to let this happen again.

Inside the house, Burwell and his people had been discussing a little more with Tony about the last year and his past with Rapp, but, for now, the situation seemed under control and there was no apparent reason to think that they wouldn't buy his story. However, it was still early to relax since the meeting with Jack could have changed everything.

The bell rung again and the same man who had previously done it went to open the door.

"This is Jack Rapp", announced Jack.

The man stepped aside and let him come in. Jack glanced briefly at Burwell and Tony who were a few steps behind. Before he could say anything, Burwell's partners were already searching him like they did with Tony before.

"Clean", stated the man to Burwell. Then, glancing at Jack's gun in his own hands he added: "Maybe I'll keep this for a little longer."

Jack decided that he couldn't help but accept that for now. If things had gone wrong enough to need a gun, he would have found a way to get it back.

Burwell came closer to him.

"So here we are, Mr. Rapp – he said, raising his right hand towards him – Tony told me you were eager to meet me."

Jack shook his hand.

"I'm always eager to do a good business."

"Who isn't? – replied Burwell – Come on, let's chat in private."

Burwell started walking towards the next room where he had a small office. Jack followed him straight away, glancing briefly at Tony while he was passing by.

Arrived in the room, Burwell closed the door behind Jack. Jack could easily notice the gun on his right flank, barely cover by his jacket.

"So, Tony told me you two did business before when he was working with Emerson", Burwell started, just after sitting at his desk.

"Yeah, we closed a couple of deals with David. He was a good client", responded Jack.

"You know, I begun working with him three years ago, but he never mentioned you."

"Emerson worked with a lot of dealers. Maybe he didn't need to talk to you about your previous competitors."

"Yeah, maybe. But, I wonder, if business with you was so good, why did he stop? It's always risky to find new trustful sources in what we do", insisted Burwell, a little suspicious.

"He had to, because I moved to England in the last couple of years."

"Oh, I still have some contacts back there. Do you know Mark Holley or Denis Vaughan?"

"You mean Darren Vaughan?" – specified Jack with confidence – Yeah, I worked with him too."

"So you won't mind if I call him to have some reference on you?", continued to test him Burwell.

"No, I don't. But I doubt that the guards of penitentiary he's locked up in will let you speak with him at this time at night", concluded Jack with a little grin.

Burwell made a little smile too.

"Have we done with the tricks and can we move to the reason I'm here?", asked Jack impatient.

"Yeah, I think we can go on for now. As you know, there's another person who's interested in this business, so your offer's gotta be worthy."

"If it wasn't, I think you wouldn't even make me come here, am I wrong?"

Burwell stayed quiet.

"If I am here – continued Jack – is because you think my offer could be better than the other buyer's. You can have your people verified it as soon as you want."

"I will, don't worry. Anyway, the other buyer is coming here right now, so we'll hear to both your final offers and I will decide who has the best. What you need to know is that if you want me to even consider it, the entry ticket is one million in advance. It shouldn't be a problem if you really have so much money."

"It's not. But, if you don't mind, I want some confirmation that you have the material too."

"The person who wins the auction will have the confirmation before transferring the rest of the money. For now, these are the terms of the deal, take it or leave it", conclude Burwell leaving no other space to bargain.

Jack took a second to think. There was really no other chance if they wanted to find the uranium.

"Ok – he replied – give me the coordinates and I'll arrange the first transfer."

"Good", stated Burwell with satisfaction while writing something down.

In that moment the door opened and one of his man got in.

"Randall is arrived", he said.

Burwell nodded and then followed him out.

Jack stood up and moved close to the door but, before he could get out, his heart stopped for a second seeing one of the persons who just entered the front door.

"Damn it", he cursed under his breath, leaning back to the wall inside the room. Immediately he took his phone and composed a number.

In the living room, Tony looked at his ringing phone a little confused.

"Yeah", he answered.

"Could you come here with discretion?", asked Jack.

"A'ight".

Then Tony started walking to the adjacent room, while Burwell was greeting with his new guests.

"What's going on?", Tony asked as soon as he arrived in the room where Jack was.

"We have a problem", stated Jack.

"What problem?"

"The man with the huge scar on his face."

Tony glanced back in the other room to have a better look on him. He was still near the door with the others.

"What about him?"

"I know him", confessed Jack more worried.

Tony sighed.

"How?"

"I arrested him back at CTU."

"Mhm, I don't remember him", said Tony confused.

"It was before you started working there, it must have been in '98 or '99. He probably has finished his sentence now."

"Jack, it's been 20 years, do you think he remembers you?"

"I interrogated him and broke his jaw to force him to expose his group. Trust me, he remembers me."

"Right – said Tony smiling a little – No doubt about it. So, what do we do now? If he recognizes you, your cover is blown."

"Yeah, I know – admitted Jack with resignation –That's why you have to pull a 'Jason Turner'."

"What? Are you kidding me? We can't do the Turner thing, we've just started this cover, Burwell doesn't trust us enough yet."

"Maybe he doesn't trust me enough, but he trusts you. He has known you for years, I think it can work with the right evidence."

"I don't know, Jack."

"We don't have any other choice, Tony. I can't stay closed in here any longer and if I go to the other room, we're both dead."

"But why don't we just take him out? I can make him go outside with an excuse and get rid of him."

"Because there are too few people here, they're gonna notice he's missing!", said Jack getting more upset but still keeping his voice down. Then, in a calmer way, he resumed speaking: "We have to try it. It's our last chance before calling off the mission and let the backup team come in and take everyone into custody. I'll contact Renee and I will have her send the information you need on your phone. Once you have it, you can talk to Burwell, ok?"

Tony sighed again, not completely convinced about it.

"Yeah", he finally said.

"Good – said Jack, a little reassured – Now go back there and if someone asks for me, say I'm in a call with a client and I'll be there in a few minutes, ok?"

"A'ight."

Then, Tony left the room and Jack took his phone again.