THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 7:00 AM AND 8:00 AM
EASTERN DAYLIGHT TIME
CTU San Francisco
7:15:01
7:15:02
7:15:03
7:15:04
Anna had just finished briefing the CTU on what they needed know about Alex Whitmore, and nothing more. Her next assignment was to report to Lambert immediately. She made her way down a sidewalk curve where she had parked her car, a Toyota Corolla.
Footsteps came behind and interrupted her.
"Hey!" Anna turned her head and saw a blond man in a dark blue long sleeve shirt speed walking to her direction. He came closer to her, stretched out his arm and said, "Hi, my name is Jack Bauer."
Jack knew she wasn't telling them anything, he saw it in her eyes. It was one of the things you learned as Jack Bauer; to read eyes. She had unknowingly made herself his suspect, his only lead to finding out more.
"Yes I saw you in the conference room. What do you want?"
"I want you to know that we will try our best at getting this guy. Now I was hoping I could get a direct number of your office in case we find any information on him," Jack bluffed. His real intentions were simple; to make closer eye contact for verification, and to get a good glimpse of her car plates without looking suspicious.
Anna didn't fall for it. She knew something was up, but reluctantly played along. "Here", she handed him her business card with her name on the center in bold. "Call if you find anything." She turned her head and entered her car thinking no more of the suspecting Jack Bauer. And as she drove off, she noticed on the side mirror that the man in blue sleeve was watching her take off. She paid no more attention to him and focused on the road.
But just like that, a red van had appeared out of thin air and slammed Anna's Toyota on its side. Loud yelling had followed and three peculiar men in ski masks and AK 47's leapt out of the van. The small openings on the eyes and mouth made a clear indication that they were all black.
'What the hell?' Jack saw everything, but couldn't understand it. He acted without thinking; there was no time to think. On the side of his waist was a holster encasing a Browning Hi Power sidearm.
He grabbed it tightly onto his right arm and ran towards the red van.
The men in ski masks took clear note of Jack's presence and wasted no time firing bullets at him.
It occurred to Jack that the masked men were most likely plain street thugs; their inefficiency with an assault rifle served as evidence. He ducked under the cover of cars stuck on the road, rising only to return fire. He repeated this process until he had nailed two of the men on the chest, and there was only one left. Scared, he dropped his weapon and fled the scene as fast as he could.
Jack took the moment to check on the crumbled Toyota. Anna was unconscious on the driver's seat, there didn't seem to be any blood on her. Jack raised two fingers on her neck and sensed a pulse. She was okay. He turned and ran without anymore delay towards the last remaining man.
Mexico
7:37:47
7:37:48
7:37:49
7:37:50
Parts of the plane were still in flames. William had suffered a huge knock on the head which had rendered him unconscious for the past thirty minutes. When he regained himself, his vision became blurry. He looked around himself, confused at his current location.
"Sam?" he asked blindly, squinting his eyes. The sun was shining strong this morning, causing a lot of sweat and drowsiness to come to William Redding.
"Sam!" he received no reply. His vision was slowly coming towards him.
"Quiet", came a voice. He looked to the direction of the sound and saw a man in a dark espionage suit with his back turned. The man was looking across the barren rocks and trees.
"The pilots are dead," said Sam still eying the rocky terrain.
"There are enemies coming towards us. I count at least a dozen men in military outfits. Their suits say Mexican military but I'm not so sure."
William was confused. "What do we do?" Usually it was Sam asking William that, as he was one of the brains in Third Echelon. Normally he would give orders and tips to Sam through his earpiece, but this was when he had the necessary intel. Now he had nothing.
"Here", Sam un-holstered his sidearm pistol and passed it to William.
"You're on your own. Go east from here, they won't see you. I'll go find out more about these guys. You try to find a way back into NSA," concluded Sam.
"But Sam, you have no intel support. We have nothing. We don't even know what we should do next." William let out a sigh. This whole thing was ridiculous; whatever Sam was suggesting was past amateur and leaned towards insanity. But the soldiers were here for a reason, and right now they were the only lead to the truth. "Are you sure?"
Sam nodded. "Affirmative."
CTU Los Angeles
7:43:22
7:43:23
7:43:24
7:43:25
The masked man was losing energy; even Jack himself was breaking a sweat. The warm climate made his skin itch, distracting him for moments, but he had to ignore it and go on. The man took a sharp left turn and passed through a public park. Jack was getting tired of the long chase and the thought of clipping him on the foot became more and more tempting. But logic overruled the idea; he knew that it would only waste more time. He would have to send him to a hospital before he could get him to talk, assuming he wanted his prisoner to live after the interrogation.
There would be no point now. The man was a great runner, but Jack was now only a few inches from him. Jack dropped his sidearm to lose the extra weight and when he came close enough, he pounced at the masked man with all his strength, causing them both to crash onto the hard ground.
"Don't kill me!" the man was now shedding tears. Jack removed his mask and retrieved a glimpse of his sobbing face. "Please man, I'll tell you everything." Jack got up and dragged the man on his arm back to CTU.
Mexico
7:57:43
7:57:44
7:57:45
7:57:46
The soldiers had found nothing but the corpses of two pilots. There was no trace of anybody else left on board. After a long search, they quit and made off onto their military truck, unaware of what had crept underneath.
7:59:57
7:59:58
7:59:59
8:00:00
