Jack drove the car fast, but not fast enough to draw attention to himself or get pulled over. He found himself a few streets away from the cathedral and parked the car, urging Tony's words to stay out of his head. You are a threat to yourself and others... He knew thinking about Hammond and Tony and the rest of C.T.U wouldn't help him, it would only anger him. Although anger is sometimes good too much can cause people to behave erratically. And he knew that the amount of anger he had built up inside would be enough to blow the damn cathedral up itself.

He looked across the street and despite being a good three hundred yards from the building he could still make it out clearly, despite the forestry which surrounded the area. He knew the trees would help him hide from the many cops around the area, any one of them could be looking for him. He could see three choppers on the side field belonging to C.T.U which told him that Tony along with SWAT would be there. He had to be careful, he couldn't afford to be spotted.

Jack pulled the visor down in his car and glanced in the small rectangular mirror at his face. The blood from a gash above his ear had dried thickly over his cheek, neck and ear despite his earlier attempts to clean it off. He spat onto the sleeve of his jumper after pulling it down some, and roughly cleared the blood away until his skin was a slight pink colour. Part of it the blood, part of it from the sleeve. He had a few bruises coming through around the gash and his left eye was slightly swollen, but he wouldn't stand out because of those things alone, he guessed they would only be visible from a close distance. The red marks on his neck had almost faded too, so they weren't going to draw any unneeded attention to him either.

He climbed out of the car and looked himself down. His clothes were tatty, the trousers filthy from wrestling on the floor earlier, a small hole had appeared on his left knee. His thin black jumper was in a similar condition, except it now had blood down the sleeve too. He was contemplating taking it off but the now cool breeze made him change his mind, so he simply patted his hair down and decided he would have to make do with how he looked. At least the local cops wouldn't suspect him to be the wanted federal agent, given his current appearance. He would just have to avoid everyone from C.T.U and other law enforcement divisions who knew him by face, by keeping his head down.

He moved over to the back of the car and grabbed a gun and spare clips, before putting them in his holster. He grabbed a small black pouch and placed that in his pocket, before slamming the trunk and heading across the road. He walked down the street and kept his head down low, before he herd some sort of a commotion. He jogged across the road and ducked down into some of the brush surrounding the cathedral to get a better look. He crawled through the brush into the area made up of trees, now just a few hundred yards away from the cathedral itself. He could see the area was busy, hundreds of people of all ethnicity were wandering around the streets and grounds, all wondering why they had been told to stay away. Jack realised it was good that the grounds were so big, otherwise the scene would have been too chaotic for the police to find one man amidst the crowd.

Crouching further forward he looked around for any sign of where the commotion was coming from, and soon enough saw a middle aged white man being roughly taken out of the big wooden entrance doors which led the way into the building. He assumed this was the distraction. Three men of SWAT stood both behind and in front of the guy, with another one on each of the mans arms. The local cops hurried behind them trying to understand what was actually happening. The guy was handcuffed, which Jack guessed was why he wasn't putting up too much of a fight. That and he probably knew he didn't have to try get away, his instructions were probably to distract the cops and nothing else.

Jack surveyed the area once more. A lot of the cops were working on crowd control, asking people to move away, telling them another 30 minutes and they would be allowed inside. Others were simply watching the SWAT guys green with envy as once again the big guns had taken over their territory and there was nothing they could do about it.

Jack put his head down and thought about the best way to do this. He had no option, he just had to run in and hope he wasn't spotted or shot - there was no way around this. There was only one entrance into the cathedral. If he didn't do this, who knew how many people would die. He crawled a few more feet forward and looked around. Most peoples attention seemed to be with the man who was now shouting as he was moved over to the chopper. He couldn't see Tony so he assumed he was elsewhere waiting to be able to talk to the man.

Pushing himself up to a crouch he made his way to the edge of the clearing and walked out of the bushed and trees at a fast pace. He walked with a purpose straight towards the entrance doors, hoping nobody would draw attention to him. He was only a hundred yards away when he realised nobody was guarding the door and he had to smirk at that, some cop had probably screwed up, Tony would go crazy when he realised. He kept his head down as he made it through the doors, he was shocked when he realised he was actually inside, and he let out a quick shaky breath to try relax himself some. He was finally here.

He turned a corner and looked around the huge stone room, spotting some stairs at the far end leading upwards. He jogged across the long room and couldn't help but try read the names engraved into the slabs of pavement shaped like coffins as he crossed them. He had always wondered if people were really buried underneath them, or if it was simply a tribute to some religious people. He realised he had slowed down distracted by this and hurried his pace again, he knew how dangerous it could be if he were spotted by someone, he only had one chance at this.

Jack climbed the spiralling steps three at a time until he reached the top. He looked over the concrete banister type guard and herd a noise. He froze and ducked instinctively, before peeking over the small wall, wondering who could be making the noise, the place was empty after all. The noise got louder and he realised it was coming from the entrance, but he couldn't see it from his position due to one of many grand pillars blocking his path. He creeped down the room which simply held even more seats for busy days, until he could finally see what was going off at the back of the building.

His mouth fell open in confusion as he realised it was the protesters. People and families of all ages were filtering inside talking excitedly of the nights events, how this was going to take them a step closer to equality. There wasn't a police officer in sight. Jack watched almost mesmerised while his mind fired frantic question at him. Why hadn't they searched the building after extracting the man, why weren't they taking the precautions they should be? Why were they so keen to sacrifice these people?