The following occurs between 3:00am and 4:00am on the day of the Indianapolis 500.
"Where is this guys house located?" Wilhoat asks.
"The East Side. It's actually not far from the warehouse Bauer's team is at."
"Damn! We're probably too late then."
"I've been observing satellites in and around the warehouse area," Bormann said. "No cars have left the site and anyone escaping on foot would just be getting there now."
"Well, that's better than no shot at all," Wilhoat said, nodding at Amber. He walks up behind her and presses the intercom button as Bauer answers his phone.
"Bauer."
"Jack, we've got a lead for you," Tom said. "It's from that sheet of paper we gave you. I want you to put a team together and head over there now."
"all right. Gonzer!" Jack shouted. "I need you and three men for a tac team. Where's the location?"
"Amber will be downloading it to you shortly. Try to keep it down low, Jack, it's in a residential neighborhood. We don't need any undue attention."
"Understood."
Wilhoat gets up to go somewhere else as Amber scoots back up to the phone.
"Jack, we estimate you're about ten minutes out. You should be getting the information on your PDA now."
"Right, OK."
"I just hope we're not too late," Bormann said.
---
Peters, using the sheets from the beds, wraps up the bodies. He drags them out to a pick up truck where he loads them in the back and drives off. He pulls out his cellphone and dials.
"Phase two is underway. My men from all over the city are being given the go-ahead."
"Good," the voice said.
--- 03:05:07
Lindsay Wiltshire walks through the front doors of CTU. Behind her Bobby is escorting Joe Jefferies Joe looks around CTU curiously as Lindsay walks up to a desk where Victoria is waiting.
"I'm here to check in Joe Jefferies. Access code Wiltshire-4-2-9-9."
"all right," Victoria said, typing. As she types the main door to CTU opens and Evan Lambert walks in. Evan is in his mid-40's, balding, and walks with poise. He walks right past Wiltshire and Bobby and makes his way to the bullpen.
"Who was that?" Victoria asks and Wiltshire stares at Lambert.
"Evan Lambert, he's the Chicago Division representative."
"Why is he here?"
"I don't know," Lindsay said, with a voice that seemed to suggest anything but.
Tom is talking to a CTU Staffer when Evan walks up to him.
"And we're going to want sweeps of all three regions... don't divert anything from the Speedway though, we still have to assume that's the target."
"Tom," Lambert said in a cool, collected voice. Tom turns around to see Lambert and a look of surprise, confusion and eventually anger settles into his face.
"Evan. To what do I owe the honor?"
"Can we talk?"
"Sure." Tom said.
"Up in your office," Lambert said.
"Of course." Tom said, walking over to the stairs, leading Evan to his office.
Bormann walks up to Amber, drinking coffee.
"That was fast." Bormann said.
"Yeah, I know," Amber said.
A couple seconds pass and Wiltshire walks up to Amber and Bormann. She looks at them with a puzzled look.
"Either of two know why Evan Lambert is here?" she asks, innocently.
"No," Amber said, her voice shaking a bit.
"I had no clue," Jim said, looking at Amber. "My guess is that, since two agents died a couple hours ago they wanted to send someone in to check it out."
"We're on active protocol. Some attrition is to be expected." Wiltshire said, puzzled.
"Well, maybe they weren't expecting it, Lindsay. I don't know." Bormann said, walking off. Wiltshire glares at him.
---
"Tom, I'm sorry about this," Lambert said. "This order was made above my head."
"What happened, Evan?"
"Someone expressed concern with your ability to lead right now, and with the events of today already unfolding, plus the manner of the threat, Chicago insisted I come in."
"Concern? Bormann. That son-of-a-bitch. It was Bormann wasn't it?"
"You know I can't tell you that," Evan said.
"Anyway, Tom. Here's how I'm planing on playing this. I've already made up my mind. I knew from the moment I saw you, you're fine. But for now I've got to maintain control of this situation, otherwise Divisions going to send a bunch of questions my way. So I'm going to share executive power with you for a couple hours, until Division calls me and asks me for an update. I say you're fine, and I leave."
"How long, you think?"
"Tom, I..."
"How long?"
"A few hours, I'd expect..."
"Fine," Tom says reluctantly.
"How's Rachel doing?" Evan asks after an extended pause.
---
A nurse continues to look over Rachel Deimer as Dr. Mark Petty looks over some charts and graphs.
"She's stabilizing, sir. She should be ready for work in a couple hours."
"I want to give her as much time as we can, that was a close call," Petty said.
---
"How far out are you, Jack?" Amber asked.
"I'm about five minutes out."
"all right, I'm sending you a bio of the guy you're looking for. It's not much, but it's everything we were able to scrounge up on him."
"Thanks."
---
Tom walks down the stairs and looks around.
"Bormann!" Wilhoat shouts.
"Yeah, Tom?" Bormann asks.
"I need you to start compiling everything we have on a psydo-charity named Alex's Quest."
"What? I'm supposed to be assisting Amber with the Bauer tac team."
"Yeah, well I need you on this. I'll move Wiltshire over to help Amber."
"What about the Jefferies interrogation?"
"Dent's having that. And I want you on this now."
"No offense, but I am way over qualified for this."
"Yeah, well, if you have a problem with it... you can file a complaint," Wilhoat said and walked off, as Bormann watches in shock.
...03:11:57
03:16:13
SPLITSCREEN: Bauer driving to the location, Amber and Wiltshire working together, Lambert working up in the office, Tom walking across the bullpen.
"We're here," Bauer says, stepping out of the car with Gonzer.
"all right Jack," Amber said. "Tom, they're ready."
Tom walks over and looks over at Lindsay.
"Jack, you have my clearance. This is a go. All strike teams, we are operational." Tom said.
With that, the strike team moved into the house and went from room to room. Splitscreens show the various agents entering rooms and shouting "Clear" then moving to another room while Jack looks around. Bauer enters the bedroom and finds the sheets missing.
"This house is clear," Gonzer reports via the radio. "There's no one here."
"I may have something," Bauer said. "The sheets in the bedroom are missing."
Amber glances at Wiltshire, who is looking at Tom.
"Jack, do you have anything else?"
After a long pause we see Jack looking around the room. The lights are turned on. He looks on the floor.
"Blood. I have blood. I need a forensics team now!"
"Do it!" Bauer shouted at Amber, who picked up the receiver of another phone and dialed.
"This place is totally ransacked," Gonzer said, coming into the bed room. "But there's plenty of valuable things sitting around."
"Did you hear that Tom?"
"Yeah, I did, Jack. This guy was a member of a race team. See if you can find his hard card."
Jack nods to Gonzer and exits the bedroom.
---
Peters is driving down the street. He pulls into a gravel road which leads to a barn. He walks into the barn where men are waiting. He opens the truck and drops the bodies on the ground. The men take it out back and prepare to bury them as Peters looks around.
--- 03:21:34
The nurse walks back into Dr. Petty's office.
"Sir, she's been stable for almost ten minutes."
"all right. Get everyone back in here, we need to operate."
Dr. Petty walks back out and looks at Deimer.
"Let's move people!"
---
Wilhoat re-enters his office, where Lambert is waiting.
"What do you need Tom?"
"I need access to my computer for a minute, Evan. I was about to do something, but didn't get a chance when you arrived."
"What is it?"
"I just need to look something up."
Evan gets up and moves to the other side of the desk staring at Jack.
"Is this about the RDX?"
"How do you know about that?" Tom snarled.
"Division was told shortly after you were."
"Well, listen, I need to access the DoD databases to see who knew the RDX+ even existed. It was apparently a very select group."
Evan comes back over to look over Tom's shoulder.
"Let's see... here it is," Tom said clicking on a link. A blank window opens.
"What?" Lambert says. "Did you enter the right clearance code?"
"Everything's entered right," Tom said. "And that's the file. The file is blank."
"Someone deleted it?"
"Yeah."
"Who had access to do that?"
"More people than had accessed that file, that's for sure. Someone with connections."
"Is it possible there's still a hard copy?" Lambert said. Tom looks at him with a half smile as Lambert picks up the phone.
SPLIT: Lambert and Paul Wilson.
"Paul Wilson, DoD archives Washington."
"Paul, this is Evan Lambert at CTU Indianapolis. We need the data contained in file 010-32Q-TRD539-03."
"I'm bringing up the digital now," Wilson said. "Well, that's strange. It's blank."
"Can you find a hard copy?" Lambert asked.
"I can take a look." he said.
"all right," Lambert said, glancing at Wilhoat. "Call me when you get it." Lambert hangs up the phone and looks at Tom.
"This doesn't feel right, Tom."
"I know."
The phone rings again, Lambert answers it.
"Lambert." there's a brief pause. "Tom, it's Petty. They're about to operate on Deimer again."
Tom nods, and walks over to the window, trying to cover his pain.
03:26:34...
03:30:56
SPLITSCREEN: Wilson going through filing cabinets, Gonzer and the tactical team searching the house for the ID Badge, Peters watching his men dig a large mass grave, Wilhoat and Lambert waiting in his office, Deimer on a heart monitor
Gonzer walks back up to Jack Bauer. He doesn't look happy.
"Sir, we've torn this building apart. If there was an ID badge in here, it's not here anymore."
"Damn." Bauer said, looking down. He pulls out his cellphone and presses a speed dial button.
"CTU Indianapolis. This is Lindsay Wiltshire."
"Lindsay? Is Amber there?"
"She's getting updates from IPD. Is this Jack Bauer?"
"Yes."
"I can help you, Jack."
"You need to tell Tom there's no hard card here."
"all right."
---
Wilhoat's phone rings, and Evan puts it on speaker phone.
"Lambert."
"Evan, Tom... this is Paul Wilson at DoD Archives. I just looked for the file and it's missing from the permanent collection."
"What do you mean it was missing?"
"It's not there?"
"Is it possible for it to be misplaced?"
"Well, I thought of that, but I checked the logs and there's a page missing. I think something fishy is going on here."
"Paul, I want you to keep this to yourself." Tom said. "If someone in the government is working against us, if they find out you know this, you might become a target."
"I'll let you know if anything turns up." Wilson said, hanging up,
"This is not good." Lambert said.
---
In the medical area, doctors begin to work on Deimer again, and this time she seems to remain stable.
---
Jay Peters looks as his men drop body after body into a mass grave. He nods and walks around the barn. He takes out his cellphone.
"The bodies are in the ground. We should be done here shortly."
"Good," the voice said.
"I'm returning to the Speedway now. "
"Very good."
---
Wilhoat walks down out of his office into the bullpen.
"Tom, I think you should see this." Amber said
"What is it?"
"We just got a report in from IPD. Take a look."
Amber hands Wilhoat a piece of paper.
"Shots fired, shots fired..." Wilhoat said. "All this in the last hour?"
"Yeah. Plus, Wiltshire just got off the phone with Bauer. Apparently there wasn't any sign of the ID Badges."
"I cross referenced the addresses on that list. All of them are near low-level members of race teams competing in the Indianapolis 500."
"Well, we know the target now, Amber. Thanks. Get Bauer back over here."
Wilhoat walks back up to his office, where Lambert is waiting.
"What's the problem?"
"Five shots fired reports in the last hour... all at people with garage and gasoline alley clearance for the Indianapolis 500."
"So, we know the target."
"Yeah."
"I'll inform the secret service, and tell them to get Heller out of Indianapolis now," Lambert said.
"Yes. We also need to start working with the DoD, NSA and IMS Security on this one," Wilhoat said.
"I'll contact division and start working that route."
"I'm going to call IMS Security and let them know we're coming down there."
"Who's we?"
"IMS Security is not ready to handle the threat we have against us right now."
"Tom, most of our agents are all over town chasing leads. The Chief of Staff and the head of Field Ops are injured."
"We'll figure it out when we head out. You need to tell CTU Indianapolis that they need to report to you in the next few hours."
"I'll make the transition with Division, and then announce it to the staff."
"Okay."
Wilhoat walks out of the office and looks over to Wiltshire.
"Lindsay, I need the head of IMS Security on the phone now."
"What's this about?"
"From this moment until the end of the day, we're going to be running security for the Speedway."
--- 03:41:03
--- 03:45:27
SPLITSCREEN: Wilhoat and Lambert sitting in an office, Amber going through protocols, Bauer driving, Deimer under the knife, Heller sitting in a hotel room.
Secret Service agents enter James Heller's hotel room and one of the agents comes up to Heller.
"Sir, CTU has upgraded the threat level... they've discovered the target is the Speedway, and we believe this may involve you. We're preparing to move you back to Washington."
"What? Does Jack Bauer know about this?"
"He's being informed of it right now, sir."
"Give me a phone, I want to talk with him."
The secret service agent begrudgingly hands Heller a phone and he calls Bauer.
"Bauer."
"Jack, it's me," Heller said. "Have you heard?"
"Heard what, sir?"
"They're telling me I have to leave Indianapolis."
"Well, sir, my guess is that call came from CTU."
"Who would be responsible for such a call?"
"Tom Wilhoat sir, though my understanding is their division representative Evan Lambert is there as well. They probably made the decision together. And to be honest sir, I agree with their assessment. If anything in Indianapolis is a target, we can assume as long as you're here, you will be too, sir."
"all right Jack... so you trust this Wilhoat?"
"I don't know him very well, but yes, I do."
"Ok." Heller said, hanging up the phone and looking at the secret service agent "lets go."
---
Lambert and Wilhoat walk down to the bullpen.
"all right people, huddle up," Wilhoat said. Amber, Wiltshire, Bobby, Bormann and several other staffers gather around.
"As many of you are already aware," Lambert said. "Earlier today a complaint was filed against Thomas Wilhoat, the Special Agent in Charge of CTU Indianapolis. I have reviewed the case and found there is no reason for concern. However, due to Division regulation, I have to be in oversight following a complaint and a death for a few hours. I do not want a power struggle here, and I intend on consulting Wilhoat before any decisions are made. I don't want to be played here. If you are unhappy in your current role, now is not the time to brown nose and back stab."
"The gates open in two hours folks, lets get to work." WIlhoat said.
The staff members diverse as Wilhoat, Lambert and Bobby head to the conference room. Bormann walks up to Amber and hands her a file.
"I'm doing intern work, Amber."
"Yeah, well, Tom found out about your complaint," Amber said.
"Lambert's not supposed to tell who filed the complaint," Bormann said.
"I don't think he had to, Jim." Amber said. "Just do you're work and find something... if you prove yourself valuable, he'll have to move you back up."
"I hope you're right."
--- 03:51:24
At that moment, Jack Bauer walks back into CTU, where he is greeted by Lindsay Wiltshire.
"Jack, good work out there today," Wiltshire said. "I can't believe LA let you go."
"Thanks," Jack said.
"Wilhoat and Lambert want to talk with you for a few minutes."
"What about?"
"I don't know... they didn't say."
They walk into the conference room where Wilhoat, Lambert and Bobby are waiting. Lindsay turns around to leave.
"Wiltshire, you can stay," Lambert said. She re-enters and closes the door behind her.
"I don't know if you know this Jack, but the Secretary of Defense has been asked to leave Indianapolis because we are way behind the eight ball and we think he might be a target."
"I know, he told me."
"What was his reaction?"
"He wasn't happy, but I think he understood."
"Good. Listen, I talked it over with Lambert, and I think that you should be allowed to skip debriefing and leave with the Secretary," Wilhoat said.
"I understand," Jack said.
"You did some good work out there today, Mr. Bauer, but we don't want to keep you from your real job." Lambert said. "If you ever want to work at CTU again, you have a room full of people who would be willing to endorse you."
Bauer nods and turns to Wilhoat. "How are Richards and Deimer?"
Wilhoat looked down at the ground, than back at Bauer. "Stable, but... I don't think either will return to work today."
"I'm sorry Tom." Jack said. Wilhoat extends his hand to Bauer.
"It's been a pleasure working with you today
---- 03:55:12
Jay Peters gets out of his pickup truck and looks around, making sure most of the people around are unconscience.
"I'm here."
"Is everything ready to go?" the voice asked.
"It should all be ready on time."
"I am afraid there is a very good chance that the authorities will be on to you soon. As such, I feel it is in my best interest to sever communications with you until further notice. I have installed an untraceable go between that will act as security for both you and I. As much as I trust you, Mr. Peters, I do not feel you are unbreakable. As such, I will have one of my men supervise."
"I understand. When will he be arriving?"
"Any second now. Please destroy this cellphone."
Peters dropped the cellphone to the ground and stepped on it as he looked around and lit a cigarette.
--- 03:57:32
Dr. Mark Petty continues to look over Deimer.
"That should do it, close her up."
"Should we call Wilhoat?"
"Yes, go ahead and do that now."
"Right"
SPLITSCREEN: Petty cleaning up, Peters leaning against the pickup, Tom, Lindsay, Jack, Lambert and Bobby in the meeting room going over procedure, an unidentified figure walking through grass. He is wearing a suit which becomes plainly visible when it becomes the full shot.
"all right, once again Jack, thank you for your service today," Lambert said.
Amber walks into the conference room and sticks her head in.
"Wilhoat, it's Dr. Petty for you."
"Patch it in here."
Wilhoat picks up the receiver.
"Mr. Wilhoat," they said as Tom looks at all four of them, who are looking at him with his back to the wall. "We've just finished surgery on Deimer, I think she's going to be okay, but it's really too soon to tell. You should be able to visit her in the next thirty minutes or so. As for what we did..."
Wilhoat looks up and drops the phone.
"Tom, what is it Tom?" Lambert said. "Is she all right?"
Suddenly, the door behind them opens and there stands Secretary James Heller.
"We need to talk."
...04:00:00
