Jack nodded at Temple, "Ok, make the call. Remember what I told you." Sam looked at Jack curiously, but he waved her off.
Temple dialed, "Sir, it's Temple. No, there's no one here, but I just got a call from Murphy. She and Bauer are checking out a warehouse on a tip he got on Jose Salazar. Yeah I wrote it down. Let's see, it's in Century City, 3400 Palisades Drive, building A. No sir, I don't know where they got the tip. Ok. Yeah, sure. Ok, sir. Well, shouldn't I meet you out there? Oh, ok, sir. Copy."
He hung up and looked at Jack, "Ok, you're all set, you sure about this?"
Jack ignored Temple's question, took out his phone and dialed. "Chris, it's Jack, we're a go. You sure you have it covered? Copy that."
Sam looked between Jack and Temple, but addressed her question to Jack, "You think we can trust him? What if he's in on it?"
Jack took out his gun, checked the clip, and smiled, "If he's in on it, he knows what will happen to him. Isn't that right, Temple?"
Temple put his hands up and stared at Jack as he spoke, "Hey, I just work here. I have no idea what you guys are even talking about." He looked back at Sam.
Sam scrutinized him and nodded; she couldn't detect anything deceitful coming from Temple. "Good, now get back to the office. Call me if anything comes up there, or if anyone starts asking about us. Jack, we need to get going."
"Yeah."
Sam took one last look around and sighed, "I hope you're right about this. My career is on the line."
Jack studied the ground for a moment, then met her eyes and tried to give her an encouraging smile. "I know." As Sam walked out, Jack gave Temple a slight nod behind her back.
Jack and Sam drove in silence, each concentrating on the operation. Sam wasn't entirely convinced that Jack's plan would work, but she didn't have any other alternatives. If it backfired, she would surely be terminated from the FBI, something she had given up her life for. However, in the short time that she had known him, she had learned to trust Jack's instincts. They were usually, and unfortunately, correct.
They drove up to the deserted warehouse and parked. Sam found the place eerily empty, and an unwelcome fear crept into her body. "Are you sure he'll show?" They went to the back of the truck and put on their Kevlar and pocketed additional clips.
Jack nodded and covered her shaking hand with his, "I don't think he feels he has any other choice at this point. Just follow my lead, you'll do fine."
Sam frowned at him, "You seem to have forgotten that this is my investigation, Bauer."
"Fine, then you lead."
Sam took a deep breath, checked her weapon again and proceeded cautiously to the abandoned warehouse through the east entrance. She covered him as he swept the room and checked the western entrance, ending at a stack of discarded crates in the corners. They met in the middle of the dim, cavernous room when she heard a rustle by the door and nearly jumped. She glanced over at Jack, who gave her a slight nod. Time to put on the act. "There's no one here." Sam feigned anger, "Dammit, Bauer, where did you get the tip on Salazar?"
Jack responded in the same tone, "I told you, it was reliable. Now back off Murphy."
"No, you back off Bauer. We have to find Salazar, my job depends on it."
"Oh, it's much too late for that," a voice from the shadows behind them bellowed. Sam and Jack froze, and then attempted to turn and level their guns. He was faster, "Uhn uh, put them down and kick them away. Now! Or I will shoot you both before you even can turn around."