Jack wandered out of the building in a daze. He hopped into his car, drove to his cabin, packed his things, and drove to the airport. There, he bought a single ticket for the first flight out to New York.
On the plane, all he could think about was Chloe. How could he let this happen? He should have protected her. He hated himself for always putting her in these situations. She always helped him, and worked her hardest for him, yet the only way he ever repaid her was by almost getting her killed or fired. This would be the last time, he vowed.
He wondered what he would do when the terrorists found out the remote trigger didn't work. They would obviously threaten to kill Chloe, so what would he do then? But he decided to put those thoughts aside, and try to get some sleep before the action began.
When the plane landed, he grabbed his bags, along with Chloe's which were giving him a hard time, caught a cab, and checked into the nearest motel.
After a night of restless tossing and turning, Jack awoke to the irritating beeping of the hotel alarm clock. He quickly threw on a flannel shirt and jeans, packed his man bag, put on his sunglasses, and exited the hotel.
If he called the NYPD, Tariq would surely know Jack had tipped them off, and kill Chloe. Jack knew the first bomb would be delivered in Time Square, so he quickly picked the lock to a junky Camry, and drove in that direction.
He waited for about an hour, when he saw one of Tariq's underlings, throwing something in the garbage near the center of time square. Jack was almost positive that was the bomb.
After he was sure he was gone, Jack non-chalantly walked over to the garbage, pretended to throw something away, instead playing with the wiring. When he had done what needed do be done, he got in his Camry, and drove over to where a boat could be taken to Ellis Island.
Keeping his head down, he boarded the boat, trying not to be seen by anyone. After a few minutes of casual strolling, he located Tariq's worker, but kept a distance. The man carried the black bag towards a large building. Jack wasn't entirely sure what the building consisted of, but it looked to be some kind of house of records, maybe of the immigrants. The man left, and Jack toyed with the bomb.
So after following the man to his final 2 locations, Jack was confident he had done his work. He returned to his hotel to relax. He turned on the TV, when he heard his cellphone/pda/anything you want it to be ring, and he answered.
" Michael, I assume you're in New York, ready for the fire works?" Tariq's voice slurred.
" I am. How are you Tariq?" Jack answered.
" I'm fine Michael. In just a minute, I am going to activate the bombs. I think you should know if they don't go off, I was dead serious before" Jack's cell phone received a picture. He looked at it, and drew in a frightened breath. Chloe had her hands tied behind her back, a bandana in her mouth, and a gun pressed against her temple. But what terrified him most were the cuts and bruises on her face and body. They already beat her, and Jack had a sickening feeling they might torture her in front of him before they killed her. He hoped to God his plan had worked. " They say a picture is worth a thousand words Michael."