Jack sat on the chair he knew there had to be something more than just the heroin because his arms felt heavy and he was tired. The heroin had never had this huge of an effect on him. There had to be something else in it. He was trying to move but his brain wouldn't send the messages to his limbs he watched them walk out and was unable to do anything about it.

Seth patted Husam on the back outside, "Good job my friend."

They all got into one SUV because they would leave Jack's behind. They drove to an abandoned field outside of town. Husam looked around and said, "Where is your headquarters?"

It hit him than he wasn't going to get the money to fight the great battle of Allah. He looked around his men with him also they were getting ready to pull their guns out when a bullet went flying into one of the big men's foreheads and a second later another connected with the others head. Killing both of Husam's men leaving him alone standing on the side of the road with Seth and Teddy.

"My men will still detonate the bombs." Husam said thinking maybe they had been law enforcement.

"We hope they will. We are planning on it." Aharon walking out of the field said.

Husams face dropped in anger as he saw a sworn enemy walk out of the field.

"You stupid Arab ba$tards so greedy that you'll take money from anyone willing to pay and yet you never think about who it might be, like a person you hate."

"Why?" Husam asked not understanding why an enemy would help fund his battle.

"Because once your men are found out they will trace it back to Palestine. The U.S. will attack like they did with Afghanistan, and we will be stronger allies. Your country will no longer exist and my people will be able to expand onto your land."

Teddy handed Aharon his gun and Aharon pointed it at Husam who showed no fear. He fired twice hitting Husam in the chest both times. Husam fell to the ground breathing heavily as he was trying to stay conscious. Aharon spit on him and got into the car leaving the three Arabs on the side of the road.

In the car Aharon asked, "Do we still have Bauers lady friend?"

"Yes she's at the safe house with her husband and the few men that Husam has left."

"Send the men in have them kill everyone but the woman and her husband. Bring them to the safe house. Her husband still has work to do for us. And Bauer did everything go according to plan?"

"He is at Palmers house. High as a Kite, and sedated. It was so funny because he was so out of it he couldn't even fight as I brought his hand up and pulled the trigger while the gun was in his hand. Those were some seriously powerful drugs."

"I know." Aharon said angry.

"I still don't understand why you just didn't let us kill him?" Seth said angrily he wanted his revenge.

"Because this is a game of chest you can't take your enemy out earlier otherwise the game is short lived. He will have the entire country after him soon. They will link him back to Husam once they search his apartment, not only did Husam kill the current President and it looks as if Jack helped him, but their beloved ex-President was killed by Jack. That is more than enough to have the country ready to rip him apart." Aharon said in an annoyed tone for having to explain himself.

Jack heard the sirens coming and he knew he had to move. He struggled through the drug haze to stand. He bent down and grabbed his gun. The sirens were just outside now, someone must have called when they heard the gun shots. Through the drug haze he took off running towards the sliding glass doors to the back yard. The cops he heard were not far behind. He ran and jumped grabbing the huge wall that blocked the back yard of Palmers house off from the freeway bellow. Jack was pulling himself over when he heard the gun go off behind him and felt the white hot pain in his side. He finished pulling himself over crying out in pain. Once he got to the leg he noticed the large hill that lead down the free way. He knew they were aiming and him so he just continued to let himself fall forward hitting the dirt hill crying out in pain, as he began to roll down the hill hitting his legs, head, and other body parts on trees and small stuff in the ground. When he reached the bottom he rolled out in front of a car.

Jesse Storm report for the channel nine news at nine slammed on her breaks as the man rolled out infront of her car. She was sure she hit him when she couldn't see him.

Jack lay under the bumper of the car trying to block out the pain he felt. His head was mere inches from the tire. He pushed himself out from under the car. He went to stand when he felt the immense pain in his left leg. He looked down and noticed the stick sticking out of it, almost like after the plan crash the year of the nuclear bomb. Jack used the bumper to push himself to a standing position. He was a little wobbly but standing.

Jesse got out of the car and asked, "Are you ok sir?"

Jack looked up the hill to see the first cop climbing over. Jack made a split second decision, he pulled his gun out and ordered, "Get I in the car."

"You can have the car."

Jack pulled the slide back on the gun, "I said get in the car." He screamed waiting for her to open the driver side door. He got into the passenger slide and slid down in the seat, "Drive." He ordered pointing the gun at her.

Jesse thought in her mind, I'm gonna die. This is the end.

Jack looked over at the woman and noticed nothing in her eyes. He was almost shocked to not see the fear coming off her. Most people would be screaming and crying about right now, but she sat there and drove. Jack felt his side with his free hand and felt the warm blood on his fingers.

Jesse had noticed the wound on the man and said nothing. She finally broke the silence and asked, "Where are we going?"

Jack thought about it, "Do you have an apartment close by?" Jack said reaching into her purse with his free hand getting blood on her white leather purse. He flipped through her wallet and found her drivers license. "We'll go there. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to think for a little bit, and once I've figured out what's going on I'll let you go. I promise I won't hurt you as long as you do what I ask."

Jesse didn't believe him, but she didn't have much of a choice. It wasn't like she could fight back, he had a gun and the bullets in hit could move faster than she ever could. If she got him to her house she had a better chance of escaping there she knew it better than he did. She would fight him on her own turf she thought to herself. It occurred to her that he didn't know who she was, which was good because he wasn't demanding TV time or anything like that. She had heard on the scanners that there were gun shots at Palmers house and was on her way there to check it out when he rolled out in front of her car. She was sure now he knew what was going on there if he wasn't he one who did it. Maybe she could get a story out of this in the end, but first she had to survive before she could tell the story.

Jack sat in the passenger seat watching her. His eyes dropping some the drug effecting him still. He felt the little adrenalin rush he had that helped him move wearing off. He moved in his seat clinching his teeth as his leg and side irrupted in pain.

Jesse pulled into her drive was and sat in the car, "We are here."

"Do you have a garage door opener?"

Jesse pressed the button on her garage door opener and the door opened as it should.

"Drive in put the car in park turn it off and hand me the keys." Jack ordered.

Jesse did as she was told and sat in the car. Jack ordered, "Close the garage door."

Once the door was closed Jack got out and looked around for something to restrain her with he knew he wouldn't be able to stay conscious much longer. He found some duct tape. He grabbed it and opened the driver door stepping back he kept his distance, "Get out." He threw her the keys, "Unlock the door and go inside slowly."

Jack followed her inside the house she lead him into the living room he was getting ready to ask where the bathroom was when he saw the pit-bull coming down the hallway.

"Call him off." Jack ordered pointing the gun at her.

She glared at Jack knowing her dog would attack him soon.

"Do it I don't want to have to shoot him." Jack said looking at her his eyes pleading with her to call the dog off.

"Jack come here boy." She said the pit-bull changed his course of going after Jack and turned to his owner.

Jack was confused when she called out the name, but soon realized it was her dogs name. "Can you lock him in a room somewhere?" Jack asked politely not as menacing as he had been for the past bit.

"My bedroom."

"Where is it at?" He asked.

"At the end of the hall." She said pointing down the hallway the dog came from.

"Ok." Jack said waiting for her to walk him down the hall. Jack followed her down the hallway and watched as she pushed the dog into the room and closed the door.

"There." She said looking at the man who was mealy feet from her. She could see the damage done to him and she knew if she went at him now she might be able to knock him down and get out, but she was to scared to he still had the gun trained on her.

"Where is your bathroom?" He asked noticing her staring at him, he knew she was thinking of attacking.

"In there." She said pointing to the room next to the bedroom.

"Do you have gauze or anything like that?"

"Yes." She said walking into the room. She opened the medicine cabinet above the sink. She knew he couldn't see what she was grabbing for. She grabbed the medical scissors in her hand and as she closed the door she jammed them into his shoulder.

Jack stumbled back some he cried out in pain. He raised the gun, but didn't fire. He kept the gun trained on her, part of him wanted to pull the trigger, and another part just told him to hit her. He did neither. He growled, "Back down the hallway." The scissors still in his shoulder.

She watched in shock as he did noting but cry out in pain and aim with the gun. She listened to his order hoping he wasn't going to kill her now. He had her walk into the living room. He pulled a chair out with the bad arm, and said, "Sit."

She sat in the chair. He grabbed the duct tape he had set down earlier and pulled strip off. He secured her arms to the chair and then her feet. When he was sure she wasn't going to get free he set the tape down and placed the gun on the coffee table in the living room that was a part of the dining room there was no clear partisan between them. He pulled the scissors out of his shoulder closing his eyes as he did so trying to block the pain out. He was happy they were only about an inch in length he knew they didn't hit anything major, he just had a nice incision. He limped back down to the bathroom and searched through the medicine cabinet. He found some gauze, gauze pads, and tape. He walked backed to the living room so that he could watch her. He slowly took his shirt off grimacing in pain as he did so.

Jesse watched as the man took his shirt off. She had noticed his good looks earlier, but she blocked them out it wasn't good to be attracted to the man holding you at gun point, something told her he didn't have a real good future. She saw all the other bruises and cuts on his chest and abdomen. She didn't know what had happened to him, but by the looks of it someone had beat the crap out of him recently she was shocked he was even moving.

Jack noticed her eyes on him he continued his work feeling the drugs taking over more and more. He noticed his eyes slowly dropping. He quickly tended to the gun shot wound covering it with the gauze he wrapped it around his stomach and tapped it off. He looked at the wound on his chest fingering the scissor wound. He put a gauze pad on it and taped it down. He sat down on a chair by Jesse to pull the stick out of his leg. He cried out in pain as he pulled it out. It was at least three inches long. He put his hand on the wound and took his belt off. He used his belt as a tourniquet.

Jesse watched him closely in awe of what he was doing. He had to be one strong son of a b!tch to do that all and not pass out she thought to herself. She noticed the mark on his arm by the elbow joint, it was a needle mark. She looked in his eyes and noticed they were glazed over. Jack was getting up to walk over to the couch when he felt nauseous and dizzy all at once. He tried to stay standing, but he felt his knees buckle under him as he felt himself faint.

Jesse watched the small struggle and felt somewhat relieved when she saw him faint. She fought against the duct tape trying to loosen it enough so that she could get one of her arms out. She kept fighting even as she watched the man on the floor slowly start to move.