"Was that him?" Kim asked Chase as soon as he hung the phone up.
"Yeah." Chase said. He looked to Chloe hoping she got a trace.
"Almost give me a few more minutes. I think I can triangulate it." Chloe said to Chase not looking up from her computer or stopping what she was doing. Thanks to the new technology they could trace a call a for a little longer after the phone had been turned off because the signal was still there just faint.
"Come on Chloe." Chase said impatiently. He knew everything depended upon this. They had the vials all of them, but he was trying to stall so he could get a team to wherever they were. Chase had already notified the Mexican and Canadian governments, all the branches of CTU he could reach, and everywhere else. They were ready all they needed to know was where and when.
"Got it. They are over Canada now. Uhm give me one more second. They are over Vancouver." Picking up her phone she dialed Michelle's number.
"CTU Michelle Almeida"
"Michelle I need your permission to contact the Canadian government so they can have their air traffic controls look for the plane. It is somewhere over Vancouver now. We just traced the phone call from Saunders there." Chloe said into the phone excited.
"I'll call them. Tell Chase to get in touch with whoever up around that area so they can have a team ready to go after the plane. I want Chase to catch a plane up there afterwards hopefully he will be able to make it shortly after they storm the plane."
Chloe relayed Michelle's information to Chase, who in turn called the Canadian police in Vancouver and than took off out of CTU. As he ran down to his truck he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Kim hopping into the passenger side of the truck. He asked somewhat annoyed and worried, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going with you. He's my father Chase. I'll stay out of the way I promise. Now you can either argue with me some more, or get in and we can get going." Kim answered knowing that Chase would not argue with her because he would not win this fight, nor could he win against Kim who was just as stubborn as her father was.
"Fine. But you explain to him why you followed me. He's going to have my ass for this." Chase said getting in to his truck. He drove off speeding towards the airport where the C-120 awaited their arrival again.
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Jack's mind was racing for a way to get out of the mess he created. He was not ready to die. He knew it when Saunders told him Kim had called. He knew it all along, but a piece of him wanted to quit. To give up for once, and got into the peaceful night. He had killed so many people hurting countless others, and here he was still alive and still working for the U.S. government. Would God forgive him for the murders he committed? Is there a clause in the ten commandments that says, "Thou Shall Not Kill . . . Unless it's for your country or for God?" He doubted it, and again as he thought about this the logical side of his mind tugged at his thinking telling him, "There is no God. He is just a story made up like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny to keep kids in line. If there was a God you would not have a job, and if there is a God he's pretty fucked up for creating a world like this, and the need for people to do your job."
He knew what he had to do. He looked over at Saunders who was still gloating at his win. Jack hoped his leg would hold him up. He asked, "Is there any way I can get a scotch? A drink for a dying man." Jack said knowing Saunders would understand his need.
"Fine." Saunders said getting up to go ask the pilot if he had the small bottles of scotch that the airliners usually had. As he started to walk towards the front of the plane he heard Jack get up and before he could turn around Jack had his cuffed hands over his head. Strangling him with the chain between the two cuffs.
Saunders thrashed around trying to throw Jack off. Finally turning around so he was facing the back of the plane Saunders reached behind him grabbing Jack under the arms and in one fluid motion threw Jack over his head into the seats.
Jack felt the hands under his arms and knew he was coming and he had not defense. He felt himself collide with the seats and pain shot through his body. He rolled off the seats landing on the small aisle between the seats and the front of the plane.
Saunders walked over to him and looked down angry. He was blindied by his rage and in that rage he started to kick Jack repeatedly. The kicks hit anywhere he could hit, the head, shoulders, back, leg, and chest.
Jane ran up to him screaming for him to stop, but he continued on. She went to grab him and he threw her away hard. She screamed again, and he finally stopped when he saw he had hurt her he walked over to her apologizing, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you."
Jack lay on the ground half conscious blood dripping out of the countless cuts he had. He rolled over onto his stomach to protect his hurt leg so that it was against the wall of the plane.
Saunders walked over to Jack and kicked him hard one more time in the side causing Jack to groan in pain. Reaching down he turned Jack over uncuffing one of Jack's hands. He than turned Jack back on his stomach and cuffed his hands tightly behind his back. The cuffs dug into Jacks hands as Saunders grabbed him off the floor and put him in the back of the plane.
He left Jack slouching against the back wall of the plane as he went to find out how much longer till they landed.
The pilot asked what had happened in the back to scared to actually go look.
"Don't worry about it. If you get us to the destination you will live, if not you will die. It's that simple." Saunders said leaving the cockpit to return to the cabin of the plane.
Jane sat by Jack checking over his leg. When her father walked back in she got up and went and took her seat again. She glared at him angry at him for being who he was and giving her the false hope when he called her a few years ago.
"Jack if you had only been a good boy I would have gotten you that Scotch and none of this would have happened. If you had only been a good boy long ago you wouldn't be in this position, and a lot of people would still be alive."
Jack lowered his head as his mangled body screamed in pain at him. Jack wanted to say something to him, but no matter what he said in his mind he knew Saunders had been right. Maybe he was not ready to die, but he deserved to die.
The pilot came over the intercom system saying, "Mr. Saunders the air traffic control people are asking me to land now."
Saunders screamed from his seat, "Keep flying to our destination you said we were only ten minutes out."
"Yes sir." The pilot said back confirming that he would follow what Saunders said. He felt sorry for the man in the back and the girl, but in this life the only way to survive was to look after yourself and in the course of doing so if you help others out that is fine and dandy, but always worry about yourself first because no one else will.
Saunders looked back and Jack and asked, "How do they know where we are? Do you have a tracker on?" Saunders got up and walked over to Jack.
"No I don't." Jack said in a cracked voice that conveyed the pain he was in.
Saunders bent down and began to roughly search Jack's clothing and found nothing in return. "Than how did they track us?"
"I don't know. I'm not there." Jack said in anger and pain.
Saunders took out the phone and called the number at CTU.
"CTU Michelle Almeida" Michelle knew who it was, but she wanted to try to deny they knew exactly where they were and where they were going.
"Do you have the last vials yet?" Saunders asked bluffing also. If he acted as if he did not know they were on to him maybe they would think they had the wrong plane.
"No not yet. Where are they?" Michelle asked lying.
"To bad. Jack's just going to have to die now. I don't have time to wait around any longer." Saunders said back into the phone believing that they had all the vials and had to be stalling for time. He looked down at Jack and asked, "Any last words?"
Jack looked at him no fear in his eyes, there was fear, but he would not give Saunders the satisfaction of seeing it.
"Get up than." Saunders said pulling out his gun still having the phone on.
"I can't." Jack answered.
Saunders hung the phone up finally and grabbed Jack off the floor, roughly grabbing his arm and yanking him up. With Jack he walked up to the pilot and asked, "How much longer till we land?"
"Minutes. You might want to get to your seats." The pilot said not wanting to demand anything.
"Fine." Saunders yanked Jack back out of the cockpit to the cabin. He sat Jack in a seat and took the seat next to his. He buckled himself in and than waited patiently to finally finish his mission he had worked on since the day he was freed from Kosovo.
The plane landed and Saunders looked out the window there was no one in sight. He grabbed Jack out of the seat and ordered, "kneel down."
Jack did as he was told knowing this was the last few minutes of his life. He wished now he had called Kim to say goodbye, but that would be his last regret he knew.
Saunders walked back to Jane and said, "Honey why don't you go outside and wait for me."
"No. I want to see you kill an innocent man. You may think he might have done wrong, but he did not. I heard all about the mission from him."
"He lied to you."
"No he would not lie because I could see and he told me about the guilt he had. Kim told me about how it came back to haunt him later. How his wife and unborn child had been killed by one of Drazen people. She told me about how he felt after he came back. Was it you that gave up his name and Presidents Palmer to the Drazen's?." Jane answered with tears almost in her eyes. Her father was a true monster and she knew it know.
"Fine have it your way." He said angry at her, but he would not hurt her. He could not hurt her if he wanted to. She was what kept him alive all those nights while they tortured him, the hope of seeing her and being the father she deserved.
He pointed the gun at Jack. He was not going to shoot him I the head, it was to quick of a death he wanted Jack to suffer. He took aim and fired. The first bullet tore through Jacks shoulder sending him onto the floor with blood spattering on the seats. Jack screamed in pain.
Saunders smiled at him lying on the floor and took aim one last time firing and hitting Jack in the chest. "Die you son of a bitch. I'll see you in hell." Saunders took Jane by the arm, who was staring at Jack who laid on the floor, blood pouring out of him, his eyes remaining stuck on Saunders and the pain on his face.
Saunders pulled Jane to the cockpit where he fired two shots into the pilots head and than proceed to exit the plane.
Jack lay on the ground in immense pain. He could feel the warm blood seep out of him and pour on to the floor where it puddled under him. He tried to keep his eyes open, but slowly the wear of the day, loss of blood, and the pain he was in took over and his heavy eye lids closed.