Jack crept through the brush slowly, moving to the South East checkpoint they had arranged. He wiped at the front of the goggles to try and make the image clearer but it blurred his view.

"Damn it," he whispered quietly to himself, his arms now outstretched before him as he untangled himself from the brush and made his way towards to front of the compound, slipping as the land began to slope some.

He saw Web and couldn't help but let a smile touch his lips, things were going fine so far. Seconds later Michael radioed him, he and Scott were in place. They waited silently in the rain huddled together in the brush; knowing it would take Chris and Mark longer to radio in; they had to get into the actual compound and then strap the explosives to the beam which had been highlighted as being central to the structure of the bunker and building attached.

He knew they would perform a check of the device once in place, before setting the timer; giving them enough time to escape from the detonation area. Three different packages would be placed near the primary device; the explosion would be huge.

The earpieces crackled and Jack held a finger to his free ear, hoping to drown out the now howling winds.

"Teams this is Chris."

"Copy that," Jack said.

"We got the device and 3 loads in place… but… there's something going on."

"What?" Michael snapped.

"We got a hostile on us. Mark took him out but something was wrong."

"Get to the point," Web snapped, the more communications they made the more vulnerable they would be.

"I don't know. He looked too comfortable, like he was expecting us. But then he saw the device and panicked. Jack… he was really scared, but he didn't even try and radio any of his team, and he was definitely Drazens security."

"Shit," Web muttered, what did this mean?

Jack ran a hand over his soaked hair as he frowned. Was it coincidence, a badly trained man, or a rookie?

"Set the charges and get out of there. We will leave on your signal, meet at the rear as planned."

"Copy that."

Web looked at Jack worried.

"What are we going to do," he whispered, clearly as spooked as Chris had been.

"We're going to do as we planned. It was probably nothing."

Web nodded but wasn't certain. They waited for Marks signal with baited breath; eager to get this over with and get to the chopper waiting for them.

The sound of static blared in their ears again.

"Motion one complete."

Michael and Scott arrived with Jack and Web. Out of breath Michael asked, "where the hell are they?"

"They're coming! They have father to go remember," Scott snapped, clearly shaken by the sighting.

Gun shots erupted in the darkness from the compound. Jack paled as he grabbed his radio and gun.

"Chris come in?"

Scott was calling for Mark but his radio too remained dead.

The three pairs of eyes all focused on Jack as he grabbed his ammo with a worried look on his face.

"I'm going to get them. Web you cover me. You two go back and secure the perimeter again. We're not leaving without them."

Jack took of running back over the path they had completed, the large stone building could still be seen. The branches whipped as his face as he slipped over the mud, a chill running through him as the gunfire stopped and the wind could be herd again. Something was very wrong here and he was going to find out what.

Jumping over a log sticking up from the dirt Jack skidded down a slight embankment before tripping over a rock. He landed in the dirt hard and cursed at the top of his lungs. Web pulled him up quickly, also frustrated.

"Jack we're in the perimeter we need to stay silent," he urged.

"They already know were here," he snapped as he moved on at a more cautious pace. He could make out the windows of the building, none lit. He ducked under a low branch before hoping over a low stone wall which separated the wild brush from the stone concrete which surrounded the house as a pathway.

"Jack… the bomb," Web whispered, grabbing him again.

"Call Walsh," he ordered before moving on again.

He circled around the building, his eyes straining to look for hostiles. Where did the gunfire come from? Why hadn't the men radioed in? Something was wrong. Were they really expecting them? He made it to rear of the building, climbing a few steps he hopped over another wall so he was in the bunker area. He knew Michael and Scott would be at the other end, searching as he was.

He felt his anger rise inside him; they were supposed to be on there way to the extraction site now. How could this so go wrong? He wasn't even supposed to step inside Drazens land; he was right in the thick of it now; hoping to find answers; praying to find his men.

"Jack?" A hushed whisper filtered its way into Jack ear as he crouched down behind the wall to concentrate.

"I got two fuing snipers in the trees!"

"What!" He snapped, worried and generally shocked.

"I swear to God Jack, I'm on the North side of the compound, I can see them clearly."

"Okay," he muttered, thinking quickly of what to do. If they took them out they would run the risk of alerting others of there presence. But if they didn't…

"Bauer," another voice hissed, Jacks head was spinning.

"Its Web - I can't get through to Walsh or anybody. The second channels blocked!"

Jack tried it, all he got was static.

"God damn it!"

This was wrong. Marks assumption, snipers, and now this? It was too much of a coincidence to not be a set up.

"Scott, take out the snipers. Then I want all three of you to get back to the extraction point as soon as possible."

"What about you," Web hissed, "this thing could blow any second!"

"I'm going to find the rest of our team," he snapped, getting up and cocking his gun.