"Jack?" She gasped, barely a whisper.
"Don't move." Said the man with the gun, staring menacingly at her. Chloé didn't need to be told twice, she just stared at Jack, trying to make sure that it really was him; and more importantly, if he was alive.
Michelle followed the vans and watched as they came to a stop. She wasn't sure where they were, but the vehicles had parked in front of a large warehouse like building. The vans waited a few minutes before the big metal doors opened, allowing them through. They closed immediately after. Michelle rubbed a weary hand across her forehead and dialled the number for Division. She spent a few minutes on the hold, until Chappelle's sleepy voice came over the line. She told him what had happened, and he came to the same conclusion, there was no coincidence. Michelle was told to keep the line open, so they could get a trace on the location and send a strike team there.
Inside the building the men began to depart from the second van. John, stood watching this, patiently. He counted the men as they got out, and noticed there were only five men left. He sighed, tried to hold his temper and headed over to the main man there, James, who had driven the first van, carrying the hostages.
"Where are the others?" John asked, knowing perfectly well they were all dead.
"Sir, there dead. They were expecting our attack, they were well prepared."
"Well prepared? well prepared?!" He yelled in James' face. "Tell me how two men can be well prepared against an attack of 12 men!"
James looked down at his feet, not knowing how to respond.
"Where are the two packages? You did do that part right, I assume?"
"Yes sir. There in here." He motioned to the van as he said this.
John walked briskly to the van and flung the doors open, seeing a frightened Chloé first, then the figure, who he assumed was Jack Bauer.
He turned back to James. "Move them down to the facility, place them with the other man, then clear this place out, I have no doubt they can track the vans, but they will never find the trapdoor to the station underground. I will be down to see our visitors shortly." He smirked.
"Right away." James turned around and began barking orders to his men. One man grabbed Chloé and roughly hurried her across the warehouse floor, as two men dragged Jacks body across the floor behind Chloé and the guard. Chloé turned her head and saw this, but that was the last thing as a black bag was thrown onto her head, blocking her vision.
She was roughly guided for a while, until she was pushed into a room where she fell on the floor. A hand pulled the bag off and she looked around, watching as the two other men laid Jack on the floor and handcuffed his right wrist to the pipe of a radiator.
With that the three men turned to leave, and Chloé shouted, "Where are you going? You cant leave me here! Iv been shot, I may need medical attention."
One of the men turned and glared at her, shaking head his in disbelief at what she had just said. With that he left the room and pulled the steel door shut, she herd it lock behind them.
Angrily, she looked around the room, for anything that may make the pain in her arm go away. She noticed the room was reasonably small, concrete walls, concrete floor, an old rusty radiator and a flimsy mattress. It was then she noticed the figure on the mattress. Tony. It appeared that his hands were restrained behind his back, his feet were also tied. She got up from her position on the floor and approached him, the blindfold concealing part of his face. She stood by his side and pulled the blindfold off; he didn't flinch he remained still, his eyes closed, his breathing a steady pace. She knew he wouldn't be sleeping so soundly in a situation like this and guessed he was drugged.
Confused as to what was happening, she backed away into the wall and slid her back down it until she was on the floor. She rested her arm on her stomach and held it tihgtly as she fought back the tears. Something big was going down, and she was part of it.
Trying to pull herself together she got the her feet and went over to Jack to try and see if there was something she could do for him. She knelt by him, but before she had a chance to do anything the door was flung open. A large man with a lean but stocky build entered the room. He entered and looked around the seemingly impressed with himself.
"You are Chloé O'Brian?"
"Yes." She answered quietly.
John flipped open his mobile, and dialled Dan's number.
"It's me. We have the entire package. Your all clear to go."