Michelle was still waiting in her car when her mobile began to ring.

"Michelle Almeida?" She answered.

"Michelle its Ryan. The teams almost there. Iv just arrived at CTU, I'm going to question what's left of the staff, see if we can get any leads."

"Is everyone okay there?" She asked, sensing him hiding something in his voice.

"No. Baker and the doorman are both dead." He paused a moment, for effect, not concern. "Look, SWAT is on its way, I want you back here, so we can finish filtering out the barrier, and then check all security footage."

"Okay, should I call some more agents in to help?"

"No. CTU is pretty much wrecked, looks like some explosions went off, were going to have to keep personnel down to a minimum or Division will close you down.

"Ok, I'm on my way now." She ended the call and sighed, before starting the car up and driving off, not wanting to leave the location where Tony may be, but not having a choice either.

Chappelle hung up and looked around the room. The stairs to field ops were practically blown in, Scott, Adam and Kim had to climb down them, which wasn't an easy task. Chappelle had told the three of them to wait in a holding room together until he had decided what to do. He slowly paced around the room, looking at the chunks of plaster and cement on the floor, mixed with blood and empty shells from the hundreds of bullets that had been fired. The dead bodies had all been removed, however their chalked outlines were still there, the appropriate photographs had been taken yet nobody had bothered to remove the dead men's outlines. The forensic team had been and gone after collecting all of the relevant information, so now it was just himself and the three terrified analysists. He hadn't yet told them about Chloé and Jack, he had decided he would get Michelle to tell Kim about Jack, she was the person who usually broke bad news to her, why should tonight be any different?
John hung up the phone and turned and went back out of the door to speak with the two men he had posted there. He turned to Mark and said,

"Go get me some water. Now please." The man left and quickly returned with a large bottle of water. John took this from him and told him to go find a first aid kit from somewhere. He then turned and went back into the room and closed the heavy door behind him. He looked at Chloé who was still clutching her arm, sat by Jack on the floor.

"Stay where you are." She nodded, fear visible on her face.

John walked over to Tony and noticed that the blindfold had been removed, but decided not to say anything. He poured some of the water onto Tony's face and he came round gasping and confused looking disorientated, but when he saw John again he remembered what had happened to him. He blinked a few times getting the water out of his eyes and tried to sit up, but the restraints prevented him from doing so. John stepped aside and said,

"We have some visitors."

Tony looked across the room and saw first Chloé, then Jack. After a moment he managed to et his words out.

"What do you want?"

"What do I want, with you and your friends? Nothing Tony, absolutely nothing." His tome was patronising.

Tony stared at him, trying to understand what he meant, but before he could ask him John had began to untie his feet. Once finished he looked up to him, "I am going to untie your hands, if you try anything you will get a bullet through your heart. You understand me?"

Tony nodded, he understood. Despite the threat he wanted to attack this man, but he couldn't risk it with Chloé and Jack in the room. He wouldn't risk being a hero incase it backfired on them.

John untied his hands and he began rubbing his wrists, getting some circulation in them he asked, "What have you done to Jack?" Now seeing the state of him.

Chloé sat looking from the man to Tony, feeling a little angry that Tony didn't seem concerned that she too, was wounded.

"I have don't nothing to him, now I'm leaving you three alone, and I promise you, try anything, and I mean anything at all, and you will live to regret it, if you live at all."

Whilst John was making his threats the soldier Mark entered the room and interrupted, "Sir, the first aid kit you requested."

"Thank you." He replied grabbing the large kit from him, before tossing it to Tony, who caught it.

"Fix him." He said, before turning to leave. Before he could do so, however, Chloé yelled out, "What about me? Iv been shot!" John turned up and glared at her before saying to Tony, "Find a way to shut her up." With that he left and the door locked behind him.

After John had left, Chloé whined, "Tony what is going on? Why do they have me here?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know Chloé?" He asked, trying to remain calm and keep his voice down.

"Okay, okay, you know Tony, there's no need to take it out on me, it isn't my fault were here!"

Tony looked at her, in his head he was telling himself he shouldn't get angry at her remarks, she was weird, and it was her way. Taking a deep breath he said, "Chloé, I'm not taking anything out on you. Now what happened to Jack?" He checked his pulse as he said this, and saw it was there, but was irregular.

"I don't know, I was in his office with the others trying to block out some interference which was stopping communications in out computer signals.. There must have been a huge fire fight because all we could hear was guns and explosions. It died down after a while so I went to see what was happening and someone shot me and took me to a van. When they put me in Jack was there already like this."

"Okay, were going to have to clean him up, let me see your arm first." He could tell she was happy he said this, as though she was glad someone cared about her well being. Tony felt guilty as he thought this, it didn't seem many people cared for her, just because she was different.

Chloé held her breath as he examined the wound, he decided that it hadn't done too much damage and looked though the first aid kit, found some bandages and wrapped one around her arm tightly to stop the blood, and hopefully minimise the pain.

Once he had finished he asked, "How's that feel?"

"A lot better... um... thanks."

"Sure," he replied while rooting through the large zip bag. He pulled some of the contents and found more bandages, wraps, tape, disinfectant, many other things, but no painkillers like he had hoped for. He looked to Chloé, "Have you had any medical training?"

"I'm a computer analysist, not a doctor Tony."

Tony bit his tongue, trying not to let her absurd comments get to him. "Well Iv only had the basic three weeks training course, and that was about 5 years ago, so your going to have to help me. Erm....." He broke off while he tried to remember what he was supposed to do. " So, first we need to clean the wounds, so they don't get infected. Were gonna have to get his shirt off...." He seemed embarrassed at this and looked to Chloé, hoping she'd help him out.

"All right." She said, sensing he was uncomfortable doing it himself. She began to undo the buttons but found it easier just pulling it off, the rips in it had damaged it enough. She struggled getting the right sleeve off the cuff, but managed to rip it off. Then she began taking the left side off, but half way through she saw the state of his arm and that side of his chest and she backed away gagging.

"I can't deal with blood Tony." She explained, backing away, now pale.

Tony sighed and took over where she left off. He had to admit, the sight made himself feel queasy. The far left of his chest had a burn mark near his rib cage and above it, the skin looked like it had ripped itself off in places and was bleeding profusely. He held his breath and began taking the arm out, and found that there were some burns there too, as well as cuts. He struggled with the sleeve as he found it melted into his skin in places. He took a deep breath trying not to cringe as he yanked the material from his arm the best he could. The material ripped away taking pieces of skin with it too. As Tony did this a low groan of pain came from Jack. Tony and Chloé both jumped when they herd him, and they thought maybe he was waking up.

"Jack... can you hear me, it's Tony." No reply. Tony actually felt a little relieved that he was still out, it would be better for him, he thought, judging by the looks of his arm alone, he was going to be in agony.

He grabbed some wipes and began gently cleaning at the blood on his chest and arm, but was careful to stay away form the burns, he didn't want to aggregate them. Once he had done this to his body he repeated the action on the left side of his face. Once Tony had got the blood away he was relieved to see the only damage to his head was a gash above his ear on the side of his head, from where his head had connected with the floor after his fall.

Tony grabbed a large plaster like pad and placed it carefully over his head wound, stopping the bleeding. He then grabbed the large water bottle the man had left, and poured some over the burns on his arm and chest, hoping it would help. He then looked through the kit for some kind of cream that would help but found none, it was a basic pack. The best thing he could find was a disinfectant spray, so he sprayed that all over the wounded flesh and then proceeded to bandage everything up.

Chloé watched Tony as he continually wrapped the bandages around Jack's arm, covering it from his wrist to armpit. He bound it thickly, and as Chloé watched she could see the fear in his eyes, and also the pain.

"He is going to be okay, isn't he?" She asked, seemingly concerned.

"I don't know. But he has more chance if we stop the bleeding and try heal the wounds."

He finished with the arm, which now looked like it could belong to a mummy. He looked confused. "How do you think we should cover these ones?" He asked, motioning to the chest.

"I'd wrap the bandages all the way round his stomach, it will make it tighter than sticking those pads on them, I guess."

Tony nodded agreeing while checking there were enough bandages. "Sit him up and I'll put them all the way round."

Chloé struggled to pull Jack up, not knowing where to hold, but she managed it and Tony wrapped the bandages round, covering everything that needed to be. As they did this, again Jack moaned, but it was louder this time. They gently laid him back on the floor and Tony took the remains of his shirt and put it under his head. He then got up and began looking around the room.

"What are you doing?" Chloé asked.

"Looking for a way out of here."

"Yes but the man said that if you try anything-"

"I know what he said damnit! But we can't just sit here and wait for him to kill us." He yelled, angry.

"He won't kill us they have taken us for a reason." She yelled back, equally angry.

"Yes, and once they have finished with us, what do they do then Chloé? Or suppose you are right, they do need us, are we going to just wait here until eventually Jack dies?"

Chloé looked to the floor not liking his actions but not wanting to argue either. She got up and sat on the bed, trying to clear her thoughts. Tony found nothing that could be of help, so he went over to Jack and tried to get his handcuffed arm off the radiator, as Chloé stared at him with a look telling him she didn't agree with his actions. Tony ignored her, he thought that Jack would wake up soon, and if they were going to escape he would need to free.

John sat in front of the two screens, one watching the factory, the other was surveillance for the room the hostages were in. He smiled as he saw the SWAT team that was searching the floor above them look defeated. Unable to find anything they began to leave.

He smiled and his phone rang, it was Daniel.

"Sir." He answered.

"Everything okay on your end?" The harsh voice asked.

"Fine."

"Good, the attack will be in motion over the next few hours, and it will be successful." He laughed.

"Yes it will. Should I inform the guests of the reason for their detainment?" He asked, hoping he said yes so he could rub it into their faces.

"Yes, I want them to know exactly what's going on." He said before hanging up the phone.

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