Nina paced around the small room she occupied alone, it was identical to the one Jack sat in and although she didn't know it, right next door. The room to the left of Nina's was larger, she knew, built for the purpose of holding more than one person under special circumstances, like playing people off of each other for example. She banged the palm of her hand against the metal door angrily, she knew there was no way of escaping the room, but she also knew there were no cameras in the containment rooms so she could vent her frustration privately. Allowing Mandras to see her so worked up would peak his curiosity, she never showed emotion, it just wasn't how she worked.

Calming down some she brushed her hair back with her hands before folding them tightly against her chest, each fist clenched tightly. She wondered where Jack was now. Was he in a room like she, or had they already taken him to interrogation? She couldn't believe Mandras was treating her this way, he obviously knew she had been involved in the efforts to stop the bomb and was angry. She was slightly off guard by this tactic, she would assume him to either use his anger and interrogate her or give her a chance to explain herself. The fact that he did neither made her anxious, it was out of character for the man she had known so well at one point.

She couldn't help but let her mind wonder to Jack, had he already spoken to them? This wasn't good, she needed to know what was happening, she needed the control. Jack could tell them any tale to make them kill her or keep her alive. Hell, Jack was capable of convincing them to let him kill her himself. As much as she needed to talk to Mandras to get a reading of what he was doing, she knew it was more important she speak with Jack.

She needed to make him listen, spin some story to him which would hopefully make him more liable to co-operate with her needs. Jack sending her to prison after helping her make it through this would be better than being on the receiving end of Mandras' wrath. Nina grinned to herself as she realised what she was saying, she never realised how desperate to live she was until now. 'Well,' she thought cockily, 'I've always been a survivor, today will be no different.' She stopped pacing and leant against the wall sulkily, she really needed to know what was happening on the other side of the damn door.

Mandras sat behind the grimy metal desk in the communications room. Kalah stood before him, his hands clasped behind his back as he listened to his instructions. He was to lead both of his men back to crash site where they would monitor any activity there. When they were ready to leave with the packages they needed to know with absolute certainty that they would not be intercepted by any rescue teams. If they found them, everything they had planned would fail. Kalah nodded his understanding before leaving the room, Pezel and Anton wordlessly followed him up the stairs towards the jeep they had earlier arrived in.

Now alone Mandras opened up the laptop sat on the desk before him. He double clicked on his filing programme and after entering a series of passwords a white box comes up against a blue background. He typed in the name JACK BAUER slowly, making sure to make no mistake. After entering the name he pulled out a computer stick from his trouser pocket and clipped it onto the side space on the computer. After the relevant information has been transferred to the stick Mandras placed the decrypting disk into the hard drive.

He sat in silence throughout the twenty minutes the disk needed to complete its task before taking the stick out. He left the disk in but shut down the programme, before re-plugging the stick in. Almost instantly black typed words began to appear on a white background, it looked like any ordinary word document. The government logo and classified warning at the top of the page were the only things that proved otherwise. Satisfied, he shifted in his seat leaning forward on his elbows as he began to read Jack Bauers classified government file.

He had to laugh at the irony of the situation, he was using the programme Nina had developed for him; and the results may very well not work out in her favour. If this Bauer turned out to be useful he could try and turn him, or simply learn of any intel the man may know of regarding the bomb. However, if there was something else there, he would use it to exploit either one of them, even both if he could, playing them off each other would be easy - he just needed to study the file before he could make a decision. He had no reservations about using or hurting Nina, she was a tool, like everybody else, and if she was fit for the job he would use her. If not, he would do what he would do with any other tool - dispose of her.