Chase climbed back into the van and dropped the transmitter, he could only hear static. He punched the roof of the van in frustration, a raid? How was it possible that they had decided to raid the bar at this very moment in time? Chase didn't give much more thought for that, he was worried about Jack, had he been hurt in the explosion? He felt the urge to grab his badge and storm the building but knew he couldn't. Jack was inside, he couldn't take the risk of ruining the work he had done, if the LAPD hadn't already.
"Damn it," he yelled, feeling no better with the situation.
Closing his eyes in frustration Chase felt helpless as he listened to the cops co-ordinating the raid. Punching the roof again he sighed in anger, how could this happen, and what the hell had happened? Grabbing his cell he admitted that he couldn't do this alone.
"CTU O'Brian," Chloe answered.
"Chloe its Chase; I need your help."
Chase ended the phone call feeling slightly nauseous, this was a mess. Chloe had hacked into the LAPD's records with Chase on the line to see what was going on. They had an active investigation on Neilson, (which they hadn't shared with the big guns, although Chase could understand why,) which had taken off when they discovered him to be at the scene of the coffee restaurant before the deadly explosion went off, which had killed Tore.
Chase assumed that they had decided the connection was enough to put a warrant on him, only they kept it in house, which is why CTU had no idea this would happen. Somehow they had gotten wind of the bar and had raided it. Chase wouldn't have been quite so angry if Neilson had actually been inside the building at the time of the raid, not only had they ruined Jacks play, they had lost there own suspect too, for Neilson would never be stupid enough to return to the bar.
More static could be herd over the radio but the gunshots had stopped. Squinting up through the tinted windows of the van Chase realised that there were no flames, so what sounded like an explosion was probably the work of flash bangs. They had started to smoke them out then dove right in for the kill instead. Only there pray wasn't even there. Idiots, he cursed over and over as he watched the men in uniform begin to lead the suspects out of the building. No medics were on scene so Chase had to hope that Jack was okay and there had been no injuries. Too far away too see anything, Chase couldn't make out who was there, so he decided to take a chance and took off after the first riot van sped away carrying the first batch of men from the bar.
Occasionally squatting the steering wheel as he drove Chase thought about the bar. Would the police have the sense to check the underground basement, and if they did would they pass there findings on? If they didn't, CTU's grip on TEIN would weaken incredibly, Chase was worried they would be able to wriggle out of it completely. But he couldn't inform Tony of the plans, if he sent a team over to the bar Jack cover could be blown. He hoped that Jack could somehow convince the police, as well as the terrorists that he was who he was. If not all hell would break lose, Jack would be in the shit and the attacks could go on. Clenching his jaw Chase sped up and closely followed the van, knowing that was something he just couldn't allow to happen.