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"Shit," Nialle snapped pulling at the safety belt. Jack was staring around the helicopter, quickly scanning for useful weapons.

"Nialle, can you grab my pocket knife?" Jack asked. She looked immediately at his back pocket. It wasn't there.

"On the floor." Jack told her. Her eyes met the knife. It was a long distance. Her pushed her legs out to where it was. She couldn't get there. She stretched as much as her body would allow.

"It's not…" she gasped..

"Come on Nialle, you can do this." Jack encouraged. She let her body slack even further in her seat and pushed. Their chopper was going down, quickly, they needed her to hurry. Jack got the phone out of her hand, and called Tony's office.

Tony picked his phone.

"Yeah." He answered absorbed in the information filtering through his screen.

"Tony, get the GPS co-ordinates of our chopper. We're being shot down. Send emergency services to us right now. We're going to need them." Jack ordered and immediately put the phone down. Tony jumped in to action. He dialled Chloe's inter-departmental number.

"O'Brien," she mumbled.

"Chloe, it's Tony I need you to send the current location of Jack's chopper to emergency services. They're being shot down." He instructed.

"Sure thing Tony," Chloe told him.

"I got it," Nialle exclaimed. She lifted the knife up slowly between her feet and manoeuvred it too Jack. He lunged and grabbed it from her feet and immediately started hacking in to his belt. He sliced through and immediately jumped to the cockpit taking control straight away. Nialle released herself from the grip of the belt.

"You got it?" she asked.

"Yeah, almost, but we're not staying up. Brace yourself…" Jack told her grimly. Adrenalin coursing through their bodies, they prepared for the landing.

"I always get in trouble with you Mr Bauer… has no – one heard of parachutes?" she told him sarcastically. Jack smiled at the wit of Nialle. Truth was she knew the answer. A military thing. They didn't keep them in here, she couldn't understand why, neither could Jack. She jumped in the front and smiled at him. That was how Jack remembered her. Always up for action, scared of nothing…not even death…that's why he admired her. She grabbed one of his hands. At least if he was dying Nialle, the friend he'd known the longest was with him.

It was the impact that got them both first. The folding of metal around them. Nialle ended up on top of Jack as his head pushed against the window. He felt a sudden release of pressure on his side and a howl shriek from Nialle. From the crack he was certain a bone had been broken. A sharp, slice of flesh caused him to gasp in pain as the window broke beside him. A hot trickle slid down his face, easily covering him. Then it stopped. The heavy breathing of himself and Nialle was all that could be heard…

"You ok?" he croaked, throat dry from dust, keeping extremely still.

"I've been better, to be honest. My arm's broke and I got some cuts, but I think I can move out…" she answered. "You?" He slowly moved his body slightly, and sucked up at his wrist, which was across Nialle, bent forward pushed by a piece of metal.

"Wrist really sore, fractured probably, but I can move everything else." He told her.

"Ok, then. I'm on top. I go first, we move slowly and decisively, looking out for each other." She instructed him.

"Go."

A gun shot broke the quiet noise of the CTU Los Angeles department. Silence ensued. 25 armed men filtered through quickly, each heavily armed. Two of them shot at personnel. Panic was felt through the whole room.

"Where is Tony Almeida?" one of the masked men bellowed. Tony saw a machete being brandished. No one moved. "I want him. NOW". Tony walked forward, slowly, purposefully, trying to assess the situation.

"I'm here…" Tony replied.