They were at the front of the small airport. Saunders walked into the building leaving Jack and Jane out in the car alone. He was sure that Jane would not run away, or so he hoped.

Jane sat in the car too scared to move. She looked in on her father and began to wonder if she should run away or if what he was really doing had a purpose. He was her father, even if he was evil he was her father. She loved him and it hurt to love him because of who he was. She wondered, why is it in our society if a person shares fifty percent of your DNA you are suppose to love them. It doesn't even have to be fifty percent it could be even less, but if they are labeled as family one is suppose to love them unconditionally.

"Help me." Jack said quietly.

"What?" Jane asked looking at him.

"Just let me know if he is coming this way." Jack said moving in his seat trying to get his hands under his butt and than worked at sliding them down his legs, and than finally over his feet. He turned around and asked, "Can you grab the gun in my back out please."

Jane looked in the building like a scared child. She than looked back at Jack who was now watching the building himself. "Please Jane. If you do this we can get out of here. We have to get out of here or he might kill a lot of innocent people again. I know he is your father, and I'm sorry we have had to put you in this position today, but please help me."

Jane heard him and was genuinely surprised by what he had said to her. She reached under his shirt and pulled out the gun placing it in his cuffed hands. She looked back at the building her father was still inside. She looked at Jack and her face asked what now.

He noticed the look and he said quietly for no particular reason other than he was sneaking about. "We need to get out of here. Follow me out and than I want you to run away and call CTU."

Jack tried the door and smiled when it was unlocked. He opened it and waited for Jane to follow him out. Once they were out he quietly closed the door and looked at the building Saunders was still inside. Jack began to wonder what was taking him so long, but only long enough to know he should be taking advantage of the moment. He told Jane, "We are going to run for that hanger ok?"

She shook her head yes and waited for him to take off towards the hanger. She followed behind as they ran as quick as their legs would carry them to the hanger. As they were running across Saunders walked out of the building and noticed them running he yelled out, "Jack we had a deal. Jane get back here."

Jack pushed Jane on putting himself between her and her father. He did not think Saunders would go after her, but Jack was not so sure anymore of what Saunders would do. He kept pushing Jane forward they were almost there, when the Jack felt the sunned sharp pain in his leg and he fell to the ground with a screech of pain. He hit the ground scraping up his hands and face. He looked down at his leg, he already knew he had been shot, he checked to see if it hit the artery. He grabbed his leg applying pressure he tried to stand up, but when he went to move any further he fell back to the ground he looked at Jane who stood ten feet away scared. He yelled to her, "Keep running go do what I asked you to do. Please Jane."

Saunders was right behind Jack, his gun aimed at Jack's head. "Dropt he gun Jack. Jane don't you run or you will be the reason why Jack dies. You don't want that on your conscience do you?"

Jane looked at Jack, and the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. Jack lay on the ground in defeat. She was not going to run or get help like he had asked.

"Push the gun over towards me Jack." Saunders said smiling again because he was winning again. "Jack you were always second best. Why you ever thought you could go up against me and win I don't know."

Moving his bloody hands away from his leg Jack pushed the small .22 towards Saunders and than returned his hands to his leg. The bullet did not hit a bone or the artery it was just a flesh wound, but it still hurt and still made it quite difficult to think of running or moving for that matter.

Saunders picked up the gun off the ground putting it in the small of his back he said to Jack, "A .22 huh. Isn't that kind of ironic, if I'm not mistaken that is the assassins gun of choice. Fits you perfectly doesn't Jack." He turned his attention to Jane, "Help the man up." Saunders said pointing his gun at Jack again.

Jane walked over to Jack and grabbed him under the arm struggling to get him to his feet. Jack was struggling with her, knowing there was no way she could pick him up. He leaned on her and they walked towards Saunders.

Someone walked out of the building and looked at Saunders. The pilot of the plane wondered if he should run back inside or fly the man like he wanted. "Sir is everything ok?" The pilot finally asked not sure if he tried to go back in, if the man with the gun would shoot him.

"Peachy. Where is the plane?" Saunders asked.

"Right over there" The pilot pointed to a small Cessna.

"Get it going. We have a place to be." Saunders said looking at Jack and Jane who were know next to him. "Let's go." Saunders said taking Jack off of Jane and holding most of Jack's weight as they moved towards the plane. The pilot led them to it, with Jane in front of Jack and Saunders. When they reached the steps they were only big enough to fit one person at a time. Jack wiped his blood hands on his shirt and used the steps to pull himself up to the plane. When he got to the open door the pilot helped him to a seat. The pilot asked quietly so that Saunders would not hear, "What is going on?"

Jack answered through gritted teeth because his leg was shooting pain through his body, "Just fly the plane and you'll be fine."

"No talking you two. You go get the plane started. I want to be off the ground in ten." Saunders ordered.

Jane sat in the back of the small plane away from Jack and her father. She just was wishing everything would go back to the way it was that morning for her. Her father was decent man, and the world was good. Now her father was a terrorist who was going to kill and Federal Agent, and her world was dark and unhappy. Everything she had ever dreamed of was gone, and she was left with the sad truth of the painful world. She thought to herself, "Happiness was just an illusion we use to get through the day. It does not exists. There is no happily ever after. Disney lied to her generation giving them the hope of the prince Charming or the Father that comes back so many years later and is a decent, kind, loving man. The truth was Prince Charming had a beer gut and beat his wife, and father was a horrible man who killed people."

Saunders sat next to Jack as the plane started to take off. He looked over at Jack who had his hands secured around his leg tightly grasping it to hold pressure to the hole in his leg. "Hurts doesn't it?" Saunders said smiling.

"Everyone fasten your seatbelts we will be taking of in a few minutes." The pilot came over the speaker system with.

"Stand up." Saunders order Jack. Jack struggled to pull himself to a standing position. His hands clutching the seat with all his weight on the and his good leg. Saunders reached down and Jack moved defensively away.

"I'm just grabbing your belt to use as a tourniquet for your leg." Saunders informed Jack.

"I'll get it myself." Jack answered back. The thought of Saunders even near that region of his body was a little unnerving. Jack struggled to balance on his one good leg, undo his belt, and remain balanced as the plane took off down the runway gaining speed to lift off. He got his belt off and sat back down as the plane lifted off. He lifted his sore leg and slid the belt underneath. Than with a slight struggle he managed to pull it tight and than buckle it so that it would apply pressure for him.

He sat the next half hour in silence. Wondering how much longer his life would be. Would Saunders give him the chance he gave Chappelle to call anyone before he killed him, he doubted it. Who would he call anyways. Kim did not need another good bye speech from him, Kate and him were no longer together, and he had not spoken with his sister since the day he had his heart attack. With the thoughts of his death he felt the sudden chill come on and his stomach start to tighten from withdraw. The methadone pill must have been wearing off. He tried to avoid moving to much or showing any sign of pain in front of Saunders. His father had taught him never to let anyone see you in pain because than they truly have won.

Saunders noticed the slight change in Jack demeanor, and the sudden cold sweat he had broken out into again. He did so earlier after he caught up with him in the water way. Saunders smiled, Jack had been undercover with the Salazar's who were known for their parties with their product at them. He looked at Jack and said, "How long have you been using? I never thought in a million years Jack Bauer would be a junkie."

This caught Jane's attention as she looked forward to the two men. One her father and clearly a bad man, and the other a person who she had been so scared of earlier, but now felt sorry for. She wondered if her father was right he had no reason to accuse him of this, and if he was what did that mean in the long run.

"What are you talking about?" Jack said avoiding the anger he felt.

"Let see." Saunders yanked the chain between the handcuffs on Jack's hand. Pulling Jack's arms towards him. He pulled Jack's sleeve back and saw the noticeable marks of the needle used to inject drugs. "Interesting."

"Has CTU called yet with confirmation of the virus being in their custody?" Jack asked changing the subject.

"No, but I turned your cell phone off after your daughter called." Saunders pulled the cell phone out again. Turning it on he called CTU.

"CTU Edmunds speaking."

"Hello Agent Chase Edmunds. Has CTU received all of the vials of the virus yet. Jack would like to know."

"Let me speak with Jack." Chase answered.

"Sure why not." Saunders handed the phone to Jack who grabbed it with his bloody cuffed hands and put the phone to his ear.

"Jack?"

"Yeah. Have you go the all the vials yet?"

"No we are still two short. What are you doing Jack? You did not have to do this we would of found a way. He would have broken."

"Not now Chase. I had a decision to make and I made it. That's it." Jack wanted to say watch after Kim, but he knew Chase would and he did not want Saunders to see him like this.

Saunders yanked the phone away from Jack and asked, "Have you received all the vials yet?"

"No we are still two short." Chase answered.

"You wouldn't be stalling would you?" Saunders asked wondering himself.

"No." Chase answered.

"Fine We'll call back in a half hour." Saunders hung the phone up and turned it off.