Jack had been working for months on this case. He was putting extra hours, about 4 or 5 hours a day, to complete this case. It was tiring and he hardly got to see Kim. Ever since his heart attack on that fateful day of the nuclear bomb, she was living with him. She was going to school so she could be an analyst with CTU. Jack was proud of her.
And, of course, he was shooting up. God, he hated being on drugs. He hated it more than anything. But, at the same time he loved it. It was disgusting but it was beautiful all at the same time. It made him forget all the pain, all the stress but he shouldn't forget. He didn't deserve to forget. Because of him, people were dead. Good and bad. Because of him, people were alive. Good and bad. He hated himself more than ever now because he was addicted but not only that, because he needed the drug to live.
After 3 months of hard work, he had finally contacted them and they were ready to meet him. His cover was in place; his hard work was paying off. Finally, he would infiltrate the biggest terrorist group in the world and he would get the information needed. He would bring down Holy Front once and for all. They needed to be brought down; they bought weapons of mass destruction and bio weapons of all kinds and attacked countries. Their biggest enemies were countries run with the help of democracy. They would attack embassies in all parts of the world. Their most recent attack was the American Embassy in the Philippines. They had murdered over 100 people in that blast. The world would be a better place without them.
The group had many cells all over the world. He was trying to infiltrate the American cells so he would be given some information on their activities against Americans all over the world. They would need his skills and because of this, he would gain their trust. But first, he had to make contact. That alone had taken a lot of work; you didn't just call them and offer your services. But he had managed. They agreed to meet him in a seedy part of LA in a back alley. Jack went alone, without any backup whatsoever. He expected them to question him and test him and he didn't need CTU barging in at a bad moment to help him. He would convince them or he would die.
He was standing alone, beside a dumpster in the alley. He heard a car approaching. It stopped in front of him and he was blinded by the lights. Two men got out. One of them spoke: "Turn around and put your hands on your head. Interlock your fingers." Jack obeyed. He was facing the dumpster. He felt very vulnerable. He heard footsteps approaching. He turned his head slightly to see what they were doing. "Don't look at me! Look straight ahead." The man ordered. Again, Jack complied. The man reached him and frisked him. He searched his pockets and took all its contents. "Hey man, I want that back." Jack tried to joke. "Shut up." The man replied. The man then took out an instrument. It was slowly beeping. It was used to check for trackers. It found nothing. Jack was relieved he had insisted on not being tracked. He would've died then and there had he been wearing a tracker.
"Face me." The man ordered. Again, Jack complied and turned to face him. The man was taller than him and bulkier. In the lights he couldn't quite make out what he looked for. "Here are some clothes." The man gave him a pair of jeans, a shirt and a jacket. "Strip." Jack looked at him uncertainly, then at his friend. He complied. Then man studied him the whole time, never taking his eyes off of him. He changed into his new clothes. "Put your old ones into the dumpster." Jack turned around and did as he was ordered. He heard the man follow him to the dumpster. He threw his clothes into it and as he was about to turn around, he felt something hit the back of his head. His world went black.
The man spoke into his cell phone: "Nina, we have him."
"Good bring him to me." She replied. The man hung up the phone and loaded Jack into the van.