Jack had to relocate his family to keep them safe; Joe was in jail and was going to stand trial in a year, but not every one of his associates had been caught. Also, other terrorists and terrorist cells had been stopped with Jack's insider information. He was a very wanted man. Kim, Chase, Angela, Isabelle, Daniel and he were not safe. They had decided to move and start a new life in a city that no one would expect them to live in. It couldn't be so small that people would ask questions and it couldn't be so big that it would be obvious. That's why they decided to live in Winnipeg, Canada. Jack and Chase had both been employed in the base there on loan from the American government to the Canadian one. They lived in a cozy suburb in St-Vital. Their houses were a couple streets away from each other so they could stay in touch. They decided that they did not want to live on the base because that was where people would look first and also, the houses were small and ugly.

Daniel was growing daily; he was already twice the size at birth and he was only two months old! Kim and Chase had already decided at which school to send Angela; it was a French-immersion school a couple of blocks from their homes. Life could not be any better in Canada.

Jack had finished work late and was really tired. He couldn't wait to hold his son, watch his young bride breastfeed him and make love to her once the baby was asleep. It was already 12 am and a dilemma had kept him at work. He had gotten used to living quietly in Canada and did not expect anything anymore. He truly believed he had hidden himself and his family. As he drove the home on route 90, he failed to notice the cars following him. The busy highway was abandoned except for his and three other SUV's with tinted windows. At any other time, Jack would've been on alert and would have smelled trouble but he was too busy speeding a little while thinking of that sexy woman waiting for him at home. He was already growing hard just thinking of her beauty. He could already feel her lips against his. And then a car rear-ended him.

He was startled out of his daydreams as he fought to control his vehicle. He realized that he was surrounded by three black SUV's who were trying to force him off the road into the ditch. 'FUCK!' How could he have been so stupid! They had obviously been following him for a while… He decided that his best choice was to let them off road him and fight back once he was out of the vehicle; that's if he survived…

The next time the SUV to the left of him smashed into his car, it went crashing into the field. Jack braked hard and tried to lead his car to safety. The force of the impact dislodged the airbag and Jack's neck was whip lashed. He fought to stay conscious and he tried to reach his glove box to reach his gun. He was being restrained by his seatbelt so he directed his attention to unbuckling it. But it was stuck! He fought to get out but it was to no avail; he would need to cut himself out and he had no knife. He hear the SUV's stop beside his own and he saw hooded men get out of it with their guns drawn.

"FUUUUCK!" Jack screamed. How the hell was he gonna get out of this one! He had no choice but to surrender. He just hoped they didn't kill him then and there.

"Get out of the car!" ordered one of the men. Another man repeated the order. Jack placed his hands on his head and waited.

The men approached his vehicle. Each had their guns on him. One of them opened the passenger door and another opened the driver's door. "Get out of the car NOW." He ordered Jack again.

"I'm stuck." Jack replied.

The man kept his gun pointed at Jack's head and looked at the seatbelt. Sure enough, the seatbelt was smashed to pieces and would not come unbuckled. The man on his right took out a knife and started to saw away at the seatbelt. With so many guns pointed at his head, Jack had no choice but to stay put and obey any and every order they gave him.

"Don't fucking move." The man on his left ordered him. Jack started to try to count how many of them there were and he tried to figure out their accents. One of his captors probably realised this so he hit Jack on the back of the head. Jack hadn't even noticed that the mother fucker had climbed in his car. The force of the blow sent his head crashing into the steering wheel. He fought to stay conscious. God, it hurt!

Finally he was freed from the seatbelt and ordered out of his car. "Get on your knees." Jack obeyed. "Now, get on your stomach. Put both arms on either side of you." Again, Jack complied. One man started to frisk him; they removed all of his belongings: his wallet, his pocket change, his keys, ect. "Put your hands on your head." Jack obeyed and he was handcuffed roughly. He was pulled to his knees and a man put a hood on his head. He couldn't see anything. He let himself be dragged to one of the waiting cars.