The following takes place between 11:00 A.M. and 12:00 P.M.
Aaron dropped his gun next to Palmer's body as the guests screamed in horror.
"You killed him!" Nicole cried. "How could you?" She fell into the arms of her new husband.
Aaron stayed silent as he gazed upon the witnesses of his action.
"He's the former President of this country! He should have received medical attention, not two bullets to the heart!" One man shouted.
"He pleaded..." Aaron said. "He pleaded for this."
"How do you know?" Another guest yelled. "He could have just been asking for some water!"
"Quiet, all of you!" A voice bellowed through the crowd. All eyes turned to Keith Palmer.
"Aaron Pierce is an honorable man, and he was my father's best friend. I refuse to believe any of your disgusting accusations when we all know in our hearts that this was the result of the attack on my father made over five years ago. This was purely the work of the Cordelia Virus."
The entire crowd gasped as Aaron lowered his head. He felt Keith's hand on his shoulder.
"Please leave, Aaron. I'm sorry."
Aaron nodded. "I understand."
The mob of silent guests made a pathway for Aaron as he exited the wedding.
---
The eyes of every CTU agent on the main floor turned as five Secret Service agents swarmed in.
Curtis stepped forward and confronted the men. "What's the meaning of this?"
"I'm Agent Merfield, and my colleagues and I are here regarding matters of national security."
Buchanan strolled over to them and glared at Curtis. "These men were sent by President Keeler."
"We don't need their help," Curtis muttered.
"On the contrary, the President of the United States believes you do," Merfield interrupted. "When the head of a government agent arrives on the doorstep of one of our facilities, this becomes our problem, Agent Manning."
"Step aside, Curtis," Buchanan ordered.
Curtis, seeing there was no use in arguing, complied and left the area angrily.
Chloe approached Buchanan and the Secret Service agents. "Ed Miller just called from a gas station a few miles away from the prison. He said that Jack hit him over the head and abandoned him there."
"I presume we're talking about Jack Bauer?" Merfield inquired.
Buchanan turned to Merfield and the other agents. "Jack killed a federal prisoner about an hour ago during an interrogation for information on Hitako Sunabi."
"We have to assume that Agent Bauer's gone rogue. He must be located and arrested immediately," Merfield ordered.
Buchanan took a deep breath and looked over at Kim, who was nerviously listening to the conversation.
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Natalie Jameson, Jack's girlfriend, sat at her desk at the local bank where she worked. She watched as her boss, Mr. Slattery, walked towards her.
"Natalie, we need to have a little talk. Doris has informed me that you've been arriving late to work these past few weeks."
Natalie sighed. "Tim, I think I'm in love."
"Ponder romance on your own time," Slattery responded. "Three months ago you were the most reliable employee in this bank. You were a workaholic, just what we need around here."
"I'm sorry that I've recently gained a life." Natalie turned back to her computer.
"You know, I'd give you a demotion if you weren't my niece," Slattery said.
A young man with brown hair and an unshaven face approached them. "Excuse me, I'm looking for the manager."
Slattery turned around. "What can I help you with?"
The man whisked out a gun and fired a bullet into Slattery's stomach, propelling him backwards onto Natalie's desk. The people in the bank began to scream, but Natalie stayed silent.
"Everyone on the floor now!"
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Allie pulled the car over at the police station and rushed inside, followed by Tom and Wendy.
"There's been a break-in at our home," Allie informed the desk clerk. "My father was shot..."
She could hear her mother crying in Tom's arms behind her, but couldn't bear to turn around and cry with them. She had to be strong.
"You're the Porters?" A black-haired police officer confronted Allie and her family.
Allie nodded. "Yes, but how did you know who we were?"
"One of your neighbors called in and reported that he heard gunshots coming from your home. We just sent a car over there to check it out. I'm Officer Thurman, by the way."
Tom looked up at Thurman and then kissed his weeping mother on the forehead.
"Would you like something to drink?" Thurman offered. "We have a lot of coffee and doughnuts, believe it or not."
Allie forced herself to slightly laugh as she followed Thurman into the staff room. Tom rested Wendy on a bench and sat down next to her.
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Jack parked his car and entered a nearby phone booth. He dropped two quarters into the slot and dialed a number.
"CTU, Bauer," Kim answered.
"Kim, honey, it's me," Jack replied.
"Dad?" Kim whispered into the phone, surprised. "Dad, where are you?"
"I can't tell you that right now. What's the situation over at CTU?" Jack asked.
"Buchanan and some agents from the Secret Service are launching a full investigation in order to find you. Dad, is it true what they're saying about you?"
"I did what had to be done," Jack sighed.
Kim lowered her head as Merfield observed from the other side of the room.
Jack spoke once more. "Now Kim, I need you to relay some information from the CIA database over to my PDA. File 47108. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," Kim nodded. "Of course."
Merfield stopped Curtis, who was walking by. "Who is that analyst over there?" He pointed directly at Kim.
"Kim Bauer," Curtis replied. "Jack's daughter."
Merfield stood up and his eyes widened. "Trace that call," he ordered. "And don't notify the daughter."
Curtis glared at Kim and took a deep breath. "It will be done."
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Natalie watched, her eyes filled with tears, as the bank robber taped her wrists together behind her back and tossed her with the rest of the hostages.
"Please," Natalie whispered to the robber. "My uncle needs medical attention. He'll die!"
The robber nudged Slattery's moaning body with his gun. "This man is your uncle?"
"Yes," Natalie replied. "Please..."
The man grinned. "I'll tell you what. I'll get that bullet out of your Uncle Tim if you give me the access numbers to your richest vault."
"No..." Slattery choked to his niece.
"Hey!" The robber pointed his gun at Slattery. "The next one goes between the eyes, old man."
"Vault 534," Natalie interrupted, tears pouring down her cheeks. "The code is 47-10-8."
The robber turned back to Natalie and gently forced his gun under her chin. "Now, beautiful, you're going to help me get inside that vault."
Natalie shivered as she witnessed her captor's crazed smile.
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Jack watched as the CIA database information uploaded onto his PDA.
"Thank you, Kim," Jack said to his daughter as he put the device away.
Kim sighed. "Dad, be careful."
"I love you." Jack hung up the payphone and went back into his car.
---
Curtis approached Merfield, who was observing as Kim went back to work.
"We picked up the location," Curtis notified. "Jack Bauer called from a payphone at 240 Franklin Avenue in San Francisco."
"Deploy your closest field team out there to apprehend Bauer," Merfield demanded. "He can't run forever."
Curtis picked up his phone and dialed a specific number.
"Almeida," Tony replied, answering his cell phone from the CTU field van.
"Tony, I have orders to assign you on a new mission. And you're not gonna like it."
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A lone police vehicle pulled up into the driveway of the Porter home. Two tired officers slowly exited, their guns raised.
They found that the door to the house was already open and walked inside.
"Is anybody here?" One of the officers shouted.
His partner immediately silenced him. "Stay calm, Harrison."
Suddenly, McLemore popped out from behind the kitchen door and fired two bullets at the cops.
Blood sprayed the walls as they both dropped to the floor, dead.
---
As Jonathan drove down the highway, his phone began to ring.
"Hello?" Jonathan answered.
"Jonathan..." He heard Audrey's crying. "I've been trying to reach my father for hours. The police just called me...His limosine crashed off the Golden Gate Bridge...He's dead..."
"Audrey, I'm so sorry," Jonathan said innocently.
"Please come home..." Audrey cried. "You're the only one who can make me feel better right now...My God, Jon, how could this happen?"
"I'll be home soon, baby. I love you." Jonathan hung up the phone and looked at the wet photograph of Heller's family, which was sitting beside him.
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As the robber unloaded the money from the vault into a bag, he heard police sirens from outside of the bank.
"Erik Gordon, come out now with your hands up!" A police officer shouted through a megaphone.
The robber swore under his breath.
"How do they know your name?" Natalie inquired.
"Let's just say I recently cancelled my vacation to the Cornwell Mental Asylum," Erik sneered.
"We have SWAT teams ready to strike at any moment!" The police officer continued.
Erik turned to Natalie. "All right, honey, you're coming with me."
The other hostages gasped as Erik pressed his gun to Natalie's neck and began to drag her out of the back door of the bank.
"Why are you doing this?" Natalie screamed as Erik pressed the gun deeper into her neck.
"Even insane people need money, my dear." He threw Natalie into the backseat of his car and began to speed away from the bank.
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Tony wiped the sweat from his forehead as his van approached a parked car with Jack's matching license plate number.
"What's the matter?" Ethan asked, noticing Tony's nervousness.
"The man we're about to apprehend," Tony replied. "He's my best friend."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Ethan hopped out of the van, followed by Tony, Harris and the other field agents.
Tony sprinted to a nearby alley, where he saw Jack sitting on a box behind a garbage dumpster working with his PDA.
Tony hesitantly raised his gun. "Jack..."
Jack looked up at Tony without a word.
"Jack, please don't make this harder than it has to be," Tony continued. "I don't want to do this, you know I don't."
"Then why are you?" Jack shouted, standing up.
Tony lowered his head, full of guilt. "It doesn't have to be this way."
"Yes, it does." Jack whisked out a tranquilizer gun and fired a dart into Tony's neck.
Shocked, Tony clutched the dart and fell to the ground, unconscious.
"We have an agent down! I repeat, we have an agent down!" Harris shouted through his radio as Jack rushed through the streets.
"I have a clear shot of him!" Ethan said, looking at Jack through the crosshairs of a sniper gun.
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"Take him down!" Merfield said into the radio from CTU.
Kim walked over to Buchanan after hearing the order. "What's going on?"
Buchanan stared at Kim and pursed his lips, a look of sadness overcoming his face.
"No!" Kim shrieked as she saw Merfield on the radio with Ethan. "No!"
Security guards began to hold Kim back and drag her away as she continued to scream, capturing the attention of every CTU agent. "That's my father! No!"
Buchanan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
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Ethan stood, his finger on the trigger of the sniper.
"Take him down, Agent Garrett!" Merfield repeated angrily.
Another voice was heard through his radio. "Don't listen to that order, Ethan."
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"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Merfield asked Buchanan, who had grabbed the radio out of his hands.
"I have jurisdiction here, Agent Merfield," Buchanan replied. "You will not order my men around any longer."
"President Keeler will hear about this!" Merfield threatened.
Buchanan sighed. "Security, please escort Agent Merfield and his colleagues out of the building."
"You don't know what you're doing!" Merfield shouted as a security guard gripped his arm.
"Thank you," Kim whispered to Buchanan.
Buchanan smiled back.
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"What's the order, sir?" Ethan asked through the radio. He still had Jack in his crosshairs.
"Stand down, Agent Garrett. Stand down."
Ethan took a sigh of relief as he let go of the sniper and watched as Jack disappeared behind a building.
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Erik stopped his car in the middle of the desert and escorted Natalie out.
"Get on your knees, darling," Erik demanded.
Natalie did as she was told. She felt Erik's gun press against the back of her head.
"Got any last words?" Erik asked.
"You're going to regret this," Natalie replied without hesitation.
Erik laughed. "You're just a cute little banker. No one cares about bankers."
"Oh, I'm more than just a banker."
Natalie suddenly dropped to the floor and spun her legs around Erik's head.
"What the..." Erik choked.
With a quick turn of her legs, Natalie snapped Erik's neck.
"Much more than just a banker." Natalie got up from the ground and began to drive Erik's car back to the bank.
Erik stayed still, lying face-first in the sand, dead.
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