Jack watched the people file into the building and mill around the grand room and made sure he wasn't mistaken, that they really were the protesters. He spotted a group of young students holding signs up, wearing printed shirts and his fear was confirmed. He ducked back down behind the wall into a crouched pushing his hands through his hair, whispering to himself sternly, that he had to think.

He knew he had to get the people out but he didn't have many options. He was certain that their was another bomb in the building, and so made the decision that he couldn't take the risk of leaving the people inside. Yes he knew the bomb was a standard device and he would have no troubles disarming it (which was good as he hadn't seen anyone from NEST around the area, another worrying factor,) but he had no idea of when it was set to go off.

He realised there was no option other than to evacuate the building. He knew that by doing this the forces may realise that he is inside and come after him, but right now it didn't seem as though he had a alternative choice. He would have to make sure he didn't get caught or deal with the consequences.

Jack allowed his head to drop down while he thought over the situation, hoping to come across any loop hole which would allow him to solve the problem easily. He knew he was only wasting time and preventing the inevitable. In reality he couldn't waste another minute, he had to move fast. He pushed himself back up to a standing position using the wall for support and almost fell back down when he realised someone was stood before him, only a few feet away, watching him intently. Jack was about to instinctively draw his gun when he noticed the richly coloured vestments the man was wearing. This was obviously his cathedral, he would probably be leading the services throughout the night long protest.

"I'm sorry to startle you," he said kindly as he closed the space between them to offer his shaking and wrinkled hand, "I'm Father Andrew."

Jack shook the hand cautiously but didn't introduce himself, he was too busy assessing the situation in his head. He was mostly concerned with his not noticing the priest, but he had been lost in thought and he guessed it was understandable given the pressure he was under. Understandable, but so not like him, he thought wearily. He watched as the old man stared at him and began to feel uncomfortable.

"Are... are you all right?" He gently probed, sensing the mans unease. "Your face looks sore.... and you looked worried, while you were thinking... almost scared."

Jack feigned a smile, "I'm fine, thank you. Tripped over my shoelaces earlier," he offered as an explanation, placing a short laugh on the end hoping to convince the man so he would go off on his way.

"May I ask what you are doing all the way up here, are you with the protest?" He enquired, mainly to break the silence that had formed between himself and the stranger.

"I'm sorry, I should have explained. I'm a Federal Agent, and am.... Checking out the area for safety areas," he felt bad for lying to a priest but tried to ignore the feeling.

"Agent...." Father Andrew asked as his curiosity was replaced by intrigue.

"Sorry, It's Federal Agent Jack Bauer."

"Jack Bauer..." Father Andrew rolled the name around in his mouth as he tried to remember where he knew the name from, there was no doubting its familiarity.

He paused a second and Jack watched as realisation crossed his faith quickly. He frantically searched his pockets before pulling out a much folded sheet of photocopy. Jack felt his stomach drop, he already knew what was on the paper. They had sent his vitals over, that had to be it. He watched calmly as the elder man read down the page before giving Jack a long stare, making certain he was correct.

"It's you. You were involved with the plan to blow this place up!" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and anger, yet Jack was just as stunned as he was at what C.T.U had told people he was up to.

"No that's not right, I'm a Federal Agent-"

"A rouge one, is what it says here. There's even a warning here that you are dangerous and unstable."

Jack was silent, he knew that arguing wasn't going to convince this man. He realised he would have to convince him a different way, if he didn't get the mans trust he was going to struggle to go on with his initial plan.

"Father, do I look unstable, have I given you any indication that I present a threat to yourself?" Father Andrew paused as he thought about how calm the mans voice was, soft, gentle even. Jack took his silence as a indication that he should continue, "I am trying to prevent this bomb. My people believe the threat is over but I have information that proves otherwise."

"Why on Earth would the police declare this place safe if there was another bomb here?"

"Because I have different sources to them." He paused, noticing the effect his words seemed to be having on the priest. "Father, I am not a religious man. But if I don't get those people out of this building right now and find this bomb, we had both better start praying."