The medication calmed Wilde down after a few minutes, the sedation keeping the edge form the pain but not letting it subside completely. Each time he spoke he felt the constriction in his chest, it was enough to remind him of how lethal Jack could be if he didn't co-operate. Jack sat in his office getting a brief from Baker on Chases team as he waited for it to kick in. Chase had opted to monitor Neilson with Morgan and Richards; if they were going to be pulling him in soon he wanted to be completely clued in on the situation. Jack had smiled as he had asked for permission to stay, not only was he eager but he was dedicated, he was a keeper that was for sure.

After Baker was done Jack began to re-read the file he had on TEIN, it contained all key information on the top dogs along with their connections in the industry which funded there operations. They were a hate group, and the only reason Jack could muster for there uprising was the relaxed and encouraged attitude to a mix of races and culture in the Western civilisation. They were known to have bombed a Muslim mosque down South and were rumoured to be responsible for the bombing of a small town in England which housed a mix of British and Asian people. They were small and growing rapidly, rumour was that the attack they had planned was going to be what made them, their efforts which would put them up on the list with groups such as Al-Qaeda.

Personally Jack didn't understand the 'cause,' it was vague at best and an insufficient explanation. Why strike where so many Christians would be killed too? Clearly they didn't like the idea of mixing, but it seemed uncoordinated that they would attack the innocent people living with the 'outsiders,' (as they put it,) rather then those who encouraged and sometimes forced it. And the file showed that the group consisted of white and black orientation - wasn't that begging the question? They were a clear example of xenophobia he realised as he shook his head, this was ridiculous and yet they had still been able to plan a high level attack against America.

After Wilde gave him the main information he needed he would press them on their ideology, he wanted a brief clear cut statement of what it was they were fighting for. He suspected they were simply 'haters' or 'losers' who had been down trodden by the world and decided to take it out on the people who they felt didn't belong in the West. It wasn't anything new, he thought, people blaming others for there own shortcomings.

He sighed as he looked at the photographs taken of the four main men. They were believed to be important within the organisation but there were higher players too, along with many lower ones. Jack silently wondered how they could get a following, how could anybody be so blind to follow the cause? He sighed again and flipped the folder shut, he was going to go back to see Wilde when his phone rang.

Thinking nothing of it he snapped it up, it was probably Tony wanting an update on the prisoner.

"Hey Jack," he herd his sister say down the line.

"Carol, hey, um.. I was thinking about calling you," he said, it was partially true.

"Listen I know what happened last night was-"

"I'm sorry Carol I had no right to get involved like that."

"You weren't barging in Jack, Mark asked for it. He got out of line and you put him back in place. He's been stressed lately and it all just came to a head last night."

"Is he okay?" His voice tentative, he didn't think he'd done much damage but he couldn't be completely sure - he had been angry after all.

"Apart from his pride he'll be fine."

"Can I come over? When my shifts done. I mean, if its okay. I just wanna show my face so he knows there's no hard feelings, apologise to Casey too, I imagine she was scared."

"Sure you can come. I already told Mark where he stands in the way of things, he knows his place Jack. And don't worry about Casey," she laughed, "after last night you're her hero…"

Jack smiled slightly before letting a chuckle drawl down the line. "Great. Look I gotta go we've got a lot of stuff going on right now. I'll see you later?"

"Yep, take care."

He placed the phone in its cradle and sat back down in his chair, letting his arms rest on the plastic arms of the chair and interlinking his fingers. Things were going well, he thought, they were ahead on TEIN and Carol wasn't mad at him. He grinned again as he pulled himself back up and headed down to the interrogation rooms.

To say today started off so bad it was going pretty damn well.