Tony threw the brief down on his deskand sat back in his chair, mulling the information he'd just uncovered. The bodies of Dan and Susan Gladwell had been found approximately 24-36 hours after their brains had been blown all over their headboard. There was no sign of forced entry or robbery. Cash, credit cards, checkbooks...all left in the house. The only thing that was missing was the couple's desktop computer. Dan Gladwell's laptop had been found in the trunk of his car, and was at this moment in the posession of CTU.

"Tony?" He looked up to see Carrie at his office door. "I have the bank statements you ordered."

"Thanks, Carrie," he said crossing the room and taking them from her.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about yesterday, Tony, I was just trying to..."

"I know what you were trying to do, Carrie," he spat. "You were doing everything you could to undermine my authority and position yourself for a promotion. When you couldn't extort it out of me, you decided to suck up to Chappelle so he'd make it impossible for me to do my job."

"But you were helping Jack, and Chappelle specifically..."

"Save it, Carrie. You backed the wrong horse this time. As soon as I can get someone in here to replace you, you'll be reassigned. Do your job while you're here and stay out of my way so I can do mine."

He turned around and walked back to his desk. "Unless you have anything further, you can go," he said to her.

Tony picked up the statements. A search of the couple's bank records had turned up a series of ten thousand dollar deposits made by wire transfer over the last 2 years. The deposits had come from a Swiss account, with no way to trace their origin, but Tony's spine stiffened at the contents of the latest report he'd been handed. Each deposit had been made within 2-5 days of major terror attacks in Rome, Paris and Western Africa.

He picked up the phone and dialed the extension for Tech 2. Michelle answered, "Dessler."

"Hey Michelle - it's Tony. Do you have anything for me?"

"Yeah - you were right about the encryption. It was very complex, but we were able to get through it. Do you want to comeand take a look?"

"Yeah - I have some interesting news too. Do you have plans for lunch?"

Michelle looked at the clock, not realizing she'd worked right through the lunch hour. "Uhhh...no - I was just going to grab something out of the vending machine."

"Ohhh...a health nut, are you?"

Michelle laughed. "There are granola bars in the vending machine, Mr. Sarcasm..."

"Nahh...forget the granola. I brought in some pasta that I made the other nightand there's way more than I need to be eating."

"Even better. Conference room?" she asked.

"10 minutes."

20 minutes later Tony & Michelle had the conference room table covered with various documents and were trying to piece together the information that each of them had discovered.

"Here's what we found on the laptop," Michelle began. "The files contain information on several different types of installations. California National Guard facilities, the Israeli Consulate in Los Angeles, and several synagogues. They list locations, personnel information, hours of operation, as well as floor plans and building schematics." Michelle produced paper copies of maps and blueprints to emphasize the scope of her findings.

Tony scrutinized the copies.

"And look at this," she continued. There were also files containing the same type of information on the locations in Rome, Paris, and West Africa."

Tony leaned on his elbows and pinched his lower lip.

"Michelle...this is a target list."

"Bingo," she said. "But what were the Gladwells doing with this list?

"Good question," Tony said, leaning back in his chair with his hands over his eyes. "They had no history of political or terrorist activity of any kind. It's looking like someone was using them as some kind of conduit to deliver information from one person to another. They probably didn't even know what they were delivering."

Michelle considered this for a moment, then said. "Or maybe they figured it out, and that's why they were killed."

"Right. Listen, can you write this upand get it over to Chappelle? I'm going to brief Simmons and send him over to the Gladwells' neighborhood to ask some questions. The next thing we'll need to do is take a look at those attacks in Europe and Africa and see what kind of progress has been made on finding who ordered them."

"I can do that," Michelle said.

"Tell you what...why don't you have Carrie do it. It'll be nice and time consuming, thus keeping her out of your hair, and it will also make it possible for you to leave on time for a change."

Michelle grinned at him. "Excellent plan," she said.

Tony decided to change the subject. "So", he said, finally taking a bite of his pasta, "big plans for this evening?"

"Yes...big, BIG plans," she replied. "It's pizza and laundry night at my house."

"Ahhh...that does sound like a lot of fun," he laughed.

Twirling some noodles around her fork, she asked, "You wanna come over and keep me company?"

Tony smiled at her. "Are you offering to do my laundry?"

"Uhhh...no. Nice try. I'll share my pizza with you, though."

"Well..I can't pass up an offer like that, can I?"

"I hope not."