Jack drove the SUV in silence. The only noise that was present was the ever faint voice of Neil Young coming over the speakers of the SUV. Jack's nerves were shot at the moment. He knew what he was doing, and knew how Chappelle must have felt earlier.

Finally Saunders broke the silence and said, "Drive to the where Michelle escaped from earlier."

Jack followed Saunders order. He looked back in the mirror and saw Saunders smiling back at him, "Nervous Jack?" Saunders taunted him. "I never thought I would see you so nervous. Not Jack Bauer he was willing to die for his country. Having second thoughts?"

Jack did not answer him. He put his eyes back on the road and drove on. He was having second thoughts, but he would not back out. He started something and he had to finish it, that was part of his cycle in life.

Jane broke in and asked her father the question he had wanted to ask him since she learned about who he really was, "Why are you doing all of this dad?"

Saunders smile faded and he looked at his daughter, "Jane, America left me behind after one of its dirty little missions that they didn't want known. Jack here lead the mission and led some of the best men I've ever known to their death. I know Jack was not directly involved in it, but he was the only survivor or so everyone thought. I survived and was put through a lot of things for two years at the hands of the people we were suppose to kill. The U.S. knew about it, but since it was a dirty little mission they did not send anyone to help me. They left me behind, and never looked back. They had to be taught a lesson, and that was what I was doing."

"But why do you want him dead? It was not his fault." Jane said referring to Jack.

"It was. He was the leader he should have known better. He is not the only target, but he is the only target I can get to. I doubt Palmer would be willing to give himself up. Jack did you know Palmer knew about the mission all along, and had been the one to set it up to fail. He wanted Drazen alive in order to use him for information. He knew about me being alive also, and did nothing about it. What do you think of your buddy now?" Saunders taunted.

"I think your full of crap Saunders. The President would never have done that." Jack answered not believing Saunders.

"Believe what you want, but that is the truth. I learned it from Drazen men after I finally gave in and gave the information about you up. Later the found out about Palmer and I was all to happy to help them out to get their revenge. In return I got to go free." Saunders smiled at Jack. He knew more than Jack and enjoyed the fact that Jack was still naïve and believed that there could actually be a decent politician as President. "Sucks don't it being the last one to know about everything, and being the last one to know who your true enemies are."

Jack was listening to him even though apart of him told him it was nothing but a bunch of bullshit, but apart of him understood it and believed it. He knew some pretty dirty politicians in his time, and it was a wonder he actually trusted Palmer. What made this President different from the others? Everyone is capable of good and well as bad, and possibly both at the same time. What made Palmer different? If it was the truth it would hurt, but the truth always did in the end. What Tony had said earlier was the truth, and it hurt like hell. When he was younger he would make up stories to hide the truth of the pain in his life. He had everyone believing he had friends, more than what he really had, and even now he makes people believe he is happier that what he really is. He would argue that it was for everyone else's benefit, but deep inside he knew he was just hiding from the truth that hurt more than living life.

He pulled into the small apartment area that sat over the abandoned train station. He put the car in park and took a deep breath. Time to play the game again. "Let's go." Jack said getting out of the SUV and opening the back to help Saunders out of the back.

"Uncuff me please." Saunders said turning to Jack.

"Don't try anything. I still can kill you and Jane." Jack said uncuffing Saunders. Jack followed Saunders into the abandoned apartment building and than down to the abandoned train station.

"Sit." Saunders said pointing to a dusty bench.

Jack looked at him and than complied sitting down on the bench.

"I need to borrow your cell phone to call my people." Saunders said holding his hand out for Jack to place the cell phone in it.

Jack did so, there was no harm that could happen if Saunders had his cell phone. He sat on the bench a cold chill running through him. These were the final hours of his life. He had expected his death to be in the line of duty, just not like this or this soon. He had more than his fair share of regrets, but no way to fix them. So in the end his death would just be giving up on the if only's and moving past them.

Saunders watched Jack as he made his phone call. He called his men off and told them to turn their vials over to the respective law enforcement people around them. He handed Jack the phone back and said, "There they are turning them in."

"We can wait till I have confirmation that all of the vials are accounted for." Jack answered not really wanting to prolong his death, but just wanting to make sure it was not in vain.

"I've done my part. Now it's time to do your part." Saunders said not trusting Jack would go through with the deal, but he had a back up plan if Jack pulled out the last second.

"I already said after I get confirmation I'll do my part." Jack answered in a cool calm voice.

"I don't believe you. I at least want the gun. How do I know your not just going to kill me when you get confirmation?" Saunders asked angrily.

"You have a back up plan. But if it makes you feel secure here. But if you break off the deal CTU will be after you." Jack said handing Saunders his gun. Jack had a back up piece in his belt so he felt sure he could take action if Saunders tried to before he got his confirmation.

"Thank you." Saunders answered. He took the gun back and smashed it hard against Jack's head.

Jack was taken off guard by the sudden movement and took the full force of the pistol whip. His head bounced off the wall and he slumped over unconscious.

Saunders smiled at him and said to himself, "You stupid fool."

Jane stood in the background, scared to move. Finally she got the never to ask her father, "What are you doing?"

"We are going to get out of this country, and he is our way out." Saunders said cryptically.

"I don't want to go with you." Jane said scared of him, but at the same time not wanting to be with him. He was not the father she had heard about from her mother, nor the same man she had meant not to long ago.

"You are going with me. I am your father. I am not going to hurt you." Saunders said thinking maybe she was afraid he might take action against her.

"You are a monster. My father died in Kosovo and you are just the man who inhabits him. You are not the man my mom told me about." Jane said angry, she was crying from fear and sadness of a dream being shattered. The dream of the happy life he promised when he first contacted her.

Saunders pointed the gun at her and said, "You are going whether you like it or not. I am your father and I know what is best for you. Now sit on the bench."

Jane listened to her father afraid to argue with him any further. He had a gun and she was not bullet proof. She looked down and Jack who had fallen to the floor. She saw the warm blood pooling under his head from the gash in his head from the sight of the gun. She wanted to kneel down and try to get him to wake up. She was scared of him, but more scared of her father.

Saunders saw what Jane was looking at and he took the cuffs from Jack's belt, that had previously been on him and used them to cuff Jack's hands behind his back. He set Jack up so that he was leaning against the bench and not lying on the floor anymore. He smiled, everything was getting back on track. He might have lost the virus now, but he could always come back again.