"Yes, thank you for taking my call, sir," said Michelle.
"Well it sounded urgent."
"Yes. Would you like we to bring you up to speed on the situation?" she asked.
"Please do," he replied.
"Okay. Plasma1, the mission you directly authorised sir, it went down earlier."
" There's been a problem?" he questioned.
"Yes. An hour ago we lost contact with one of our point men, Tony. But we still have a contact
on Jack. It seems as though they were ambushed." she stopped.
" Do we know of any direct casualties?" he asked.
" No. Well, our intelligence tells us that Jack was shot with something but was okay. We also think Tony is okay from what little we have herd over Jacks transmitter." she let out a deep breath.
" Didn't they have backup?"
"Yes." She let out another breath. "What we are certain on is that our three swat men are three of the men that attacked them."
"Okay. Thank you Mrs. Almeida. Please update me when we have more information and developments." he hung up and hung his head down whilst letting out a huge sigh.
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Jack began to stir. He could feel some very sharp pains in his chest and it was becoming difficult to breathe. At first he thought he was having another heart attack again; until the memory of the 3 bullets that were absorbed in his vest came flooding back to him. They were the source of the pain, he thought. He opened his eyes and saw he was still in the warehouse, and so he quickly shut them again hoping the place around him would magically disappear. It didn't.
As Jack lay he thought of a plan. He had no idea if anyone was guarding him, if the men that attacked him were still present or where Tony was. He decided he would just jump up and start fighting with whoever came his way. He wasn't in the mood to play games. And anyway, he could probably take whoever was there, he could take most people. He slowly took in a deep breath building up his strength.
He jumped up instantly while looking around him, and saw that there was one man alone, sat smiling at him. Jack made to run at him but as he began a surge of pain sprang down his wrist as he felt himself being pulled backwards towards the floor. He could hear a metal clank. He looked to his injured arm to see that he was handcuffed to a pipe. 'Shit,' he thought to himself. He looked up towards the man in anger, he hadn't even flinched. He was wearing a dark suit with an automatic riffle sat on his lap. He still wore that annoying smile.
"Mr. Bauer," he said. "It is about time we met."
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Tony was sat in a wooden chair, and two men stood facing him. They never said a word, there instructions were to look intimidating. It was working, as Tony was feeling pretty scared. He actually expected Jack to burst through the door with a machine gun and kill his captors, but he didn't. That was the most worrying thing. All Tony herd was three shots. Was Jack dead?
Another man entered the room. His name was Sal, and like everyone else Tony had seen, he was dressed in black.
"Tony," was all Sal said.
Tony didn't reply, he just looked straight ahead at the door, waiting for Jack to burst through it.
"You don't have to talk if you don't want to. But trust me, you will later." He turned and left Tony with the two intimidating thugs. He began to wonder what Sal could have meant, but he hadn't liked the sound of it.
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Jack was still sat on the floor, listening to what the man had to say. As he spoke, Jack began to notice how old he looked, Jack guessed maybe late forties, and from the way he spoke, he guessed he was the leader here. He introduced himself as Dean.
" My name may not be as familiar to you as yours is to me Jack," he smirked. "Although you may recognise my organisation. I hear you and your friend Tony have been taking a close look at it over at CTU. My little group, TEARBACK." He began to laugh as he saw the look on Jack's face. "Yes Jack. I am Harry Dean, the funder and leader of TEARBACK, the terrorist cell you have been tracking down for the past five months." he finished.
Jack stood up. "Where's Tony?" he yelled.
The man who had shot Jack earlier, Berg, entered the room with another man whom Jack recognised as a member of his backup team. 'Great' he thought to himself.
"Is everything okay sir?" asked Walker, the other man.
" Take Mr. Bauer to the vehicle." he ordered.
Jack was roughly escorted to a van and thrown inside, Tony was also inside. As he saw Jack a look a relief swept over his face.
"Tony-" was all Jack managed to say out before the butt of Walkers riffle smashed into his face. He fell to the floor and darkness came seeping in. Tony looked on in fear.
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