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The helicopter whirred in the air. Jack looked over at Nialle. She'd made them pick up a box of files from an old warehouse and hadn't spoken since they'd lifted off. Jack knew it was in his best interest to let her talk in her own time. She was looking through some papers, flicking madly and occasionally saying the odd 'dammit'.
"Ok," she muttered "I got a tip approximately two weeks ago about a group of left wing extremists. They arrived in San Francisco and I've been tracking them, gathering information before I move. I found about a bomb in LA and I tried to get in touch but I what I was doing was discovered and this is what happened…" She motioned to her body.
Jack was silent throughout the explanation, nodding at the right spots.
"How did you get found out?" he asked.
"To be honest I have no idea. I obviously spoke to someone I shouldn't have and they tipped them off. The cell is known as Exposure. They expose weaknesses in US defence, utilise them for their own benefits." She explained. "I have no idea where they're going to be or where it's going to be detonated, I don't have the equipment that you do, which is why I brought all this stuff."
"You could have just told me on the phone." Jack snapped at her, knowing that she could have wasted long hours for information hunting. She looked up and smikled sarcastically.
"Yeah I could but then I'd have to get out the hospital and drive to LA, which would just suck and take far too long." She looked at his expression. "What you didn't think I was actually going to hand this over without helping did you? Christ Jack, it's been a while, I got a new job but – please."
"And if the bomb goes off because we've not enough time?" Jack asked impatiently, his old friend taking him for a ride.
"Believe me if I'm not around, it's going off." She muttered…
Meanwhile.
Chloe walked over to her second in command Tony.
"Where's Jack?" she snapped. Tony looked up, eyebrow raised.
"He's out, he'll be back asap." He told her patiently. Chloe's 'wit' and attitude was notorious throughout their entire building.
"If you're in charge then I think you should treat those around you a little more nicely…" she moaned. Tony looked at her puzzled and angry.
"Chloe, I spoke to you fine and if I didn't I wouldn't have to justify myself to you, now if there's something you want, speak, if not then don't."
"Nothing." She snapped. She stalked away Tony shaking his head. The phone in his office rang making him jump slightly.
"Tony Almeida," he said.
"Tony, it's Jack. I've got information about a possible hit on LA today. A left wing extremist cell called Exposure. Find out if anyone has been tapping in to Government agencies, data missing, that kind of thing. We'll be back in about 30 minutes with data to cross-reference. Put Chloe and Adam on finding any information about the cell," Jack told him hurriedly.
"Who you bringing back?" Tony asked. There was a pause before his answer.
"An old friend – Nialle Forrester."
"Ok, Jack. We're on it." Tony assured him. He picked up his phone and called Chloe. She'll love this, he thought.
"What do you mean, without you it's going off?" Jack barked as soon as he put the phone down to Tony. She looked at him and smiled but an edgy hardness filled her eyes.
"I'm the best at what I did Jack." She simply stated.
"Did, Nialle. You've not done it for years. We've got new experts," Jack argued back.
"True. But im the best." She simply told him. He knew there was not much point in arguing with her. He'd known her since they were teenagers going through College. Worked together at CTU, special ops, she was a soldier through and through, yet she had what most soldiers who'd seen and done what they done – emotion. After CTU she trained in bomb diffusal and she'd become world renowned – she dared to diifuse bombs no one else had done. She was legendary in there work and yet she was still human. She'd been there for him when Terri had died and he trusted her implicitly. Yet he knew there was something she wasn't telling him…
She handed him some papers for him to look through when their helicopter jolted. They all lurched forward eyes wide. Smoke billowed from the tail. Another jolt hit the front. Nialle coughed as Jack leaned forward to check their pilots pulse.
"Unconscious…" he muttered. "Nialle I'm going to get in the front, try to see if I can land us safely. Call Tony Almeida tell him we're under attack, and keep him on so we can get our co-ordinates to him. Speed dial 3." He ordered handing her his phone. The helicopter was falling. Slowly at first but it was gathering speed… Jack looked up. The pilots knee was pushing the handle – pushing them down quicker than they should be.
"Shit," Jack cursed. He grabbed for his release to his seatbelt. It didn't move. Nialle watched and instinctively grabbed at hers. No release. Their eyes widened, hearts pounding…
They were stuck….