The following occurs between 4:00am and 5:00am on the day of the Indianapolis 500.
Jay Peters is sitting in the Coca-Cola lot against his truck. A man in a suit carrying a briefcase walks up to Peters. He steps into the light and we can see it is Andy Catalon.
"Mr. Peters. I am the man our mutual acquaintance sent to meet you."
"Yeah. What's your name?"
"I'm afraid I can not give you that information."
Peters pulls a gun and points it at Catalon's head.
"I'm afraid I require names." Peters said, using his other hand to take out his cigarette and put it on the ground."
"Your boss is going to..."
"He knows how I conduct business. Now what is your name?"
"Catalon. Andy Catalon. I work in the State Department and provide information to our boss."
"You know his name?"
"Yes, do you?"
"No."
"I thought you had to know names."
"He told me who he was, I made an exception."
---
Back at CTU Indianapolis, Heller is arguing with Lambert and Wilhoat as Wiltshire and Bobby have left the room. Bauer sits silently and listens.
"Mr. Secretary, I just think it is in your best interest to leave..."
"You don't get to tell me what's in my best interests, Mr. Lambert." Heller said. "I am fully aware of my interests."
"Mr. Secretary," Wilhoat said. "This morning we lost two of our top field agents, and two more are incapacitated."
"I don't want to hear about your problems, Mr. Wilhoat," Heller said, which seems to raise a bit of anger on Wilhoat's face. "I want results."
"Mr. Heller," Wilhoat said. "We are operating behind the ball because of information you withheld from me. You are responsible for our delay, and my problems are your problems."
"Don't hold me accountable for the deaths of your men," Heller said.
"Then don't make me accountable for your death as well, sir." Wilhoat said.
"I am going to this race, so long as you continue to let it occur," Heller said. "It is your job to make sure it's safe."
"I wish you would reconsider," Lambert said.
"Jack," Heller said. "I want you to help them out in any way you can. They lost some good people today, I'm sure they could use the help."
"Of course."
Heller looks at Wilhoat and then walks out of the room. Wilhoat looks at the floor and then back at Lambert.
---
"Lindsay, you're not going to believe this," Amber said.
"What?" Wiltshire said, coming over her shoulder.
"We ran the description for DeMarco through the terrorist databases and we came up with a 98 match."
"What do you mean?"
"This guy... Jay Peters... he looks DeMarco." Amber brings up Peter and DeMarco's pictures up side by side."
"Are you serious? This might have been our first big break." Wiltshire said. "Run the description of all the other known victims and see what we come up with."
"All right, that will take a little while," Amber said.
"And send this intel over to my screen."
---
At camp David, an aide enters a room where Keeler is sitting up and reading a report.
"Mr. President," an aide said. "Sir, it's Evan Lambert from CTU."
"Evan, how are we doing?"
"Mr. President, I believe James Heller is making a large mistake by staying in Indianapolis."
"What do you mean?"
"He has refused our recommendation to leave the area and insists at attending the event despite my protests."
"Do you feel his life may be in danger?"
"I do, Mr. President, yes."
"Well, I don't think I'll be able to talk him out of it, however, there will be a secret service team arriving at 7:00am from Washington with some of our best men to guard him."
"I'm not sure if you understand the situation, sir..."
"I'm the President of the United State, Mr. Lambert. I understand the situation quite well."
Lambert sighs and walks out of the room.
"Can I get you anything, Mr. Secretary?" Tom's assistant Ross asked.
"Ross, stop brown nosing and get Tom over here."
"Wiltshire just grabbed him."
Suddenly Evan stopped and saw that Heller was standing and looking over CTU.
"Mr. Secretary, may I ask what you are doing?"
"I have decided that I will remain here until I can go to the track, so I more accurately know what I am up against.
"Mr. Secretary..."
"Your protests have been noted already, Mr. Lambert."
Lambert sighed and went off to find Wilhoat when Bormann walks up to him.
"What is it Jim?"
"Sir I..."
"I told you not to ask to be reassigned, you're doing what you're doing."
"I might have a link from Alex's Quest to the plans today."
Frustrated, as he looks at three people he needs to talk to, Lambert walks over to a telephone.
"There will be a meeting for all department heads and key personal in the conference room in five minutes."
---
Rachel Deimer is moved into a different part of the medical wing. Right next to her is Bill Richards, who is very badly burnt but becoming conscience.
"Dei...mer...Buckley...Mahoney..." Richards made out. "Deimer..."
Nurse Mathis made her way to a phone quickly.
"Sir you might want to come down here. It's Richards. He's awake."
--- 04:08:24
--- 04:12:58
SPLITSCREEN: Richards struggling to wake and look around, Wilhoat and Wiltshire walking into the conference room, Heller observing things, Lambert waiting for people to enter.
"Right now, it seems, we are getting more information than we can handle, so I called this meeting to get everyone up to speed," Lambert said, looking at Bauer briefly.
"Tom, do you want to get us started?"
"All right. About eight minutes ago we were able to identify our first suspect in the planning of these attacks. A Mr. Jay Peters." Wilhoat said as an image of Peters next to DeMarco appeared on screen. "We were able to match his description to that of DeMarco. We believe Peters, or someone working for Peters killed DeMarco to obtain his hard card, a photo id which allows unrestricted access to Gasoline Alley, the garage area, the motorcade and driver parking, the press box and other areas on the Speedway.
"We believe Peters to be the leader because of his connections to several known terrorists, including several in custody for events based out of Los Angeles. Since that is where Ayrton Eugimo was picked up, and his considerable disposable income, we believe he may be fairly far up on the food chain.
"While we are currently looking for the other suspects by running profiles of the other men involved, but the list is so large..."
"Well," Lambert said, sighing. "Mr. Bormann may have an answer to that little riddle.
"Thanks, Evan." Jim said, standing as Wilhoat sat, with a smug look on his face. "The charity Alex's Quest, while not a registered charity, did have several claims from the Indianapolis area on their taxes last year. Among those was DeMarco, as well as the other shooting victims tonight. "
Jim looks at Lambert, as does Tom. Wiltshire looks down at her notes.
"I have compiled a list of all those who claimed Alex's list on their taxes last year, and I think we should send teams to each of the houses we find out if they're connected."
"We don't have the people, the resources, or the time to do that operation," Wilhoat said. "With the limited personnel we have currently that could take hours. Our priority right now is to prevent an attack on the 500. I think we need to get as many field units as we can spare over to IMS."
"I agree," Bauer said, speaking up. "After the 500 the population will disperse and Heller will be out of the state... the window of opportunity will be gone. We should focus all personnel on the Speedway."
"What is the Speedway isn't the target?" Bormann said.
"They didn't go through all the trouble of killing God knows how many race team members and defrauding them to, what I can only assume is to get their financial information so they can completely assume their identities... to not attack the Speedway."
Bormann looks at Lambert, who looks at Tom.
"I have to agree with Wilhoat on this one, the Speedway is the only reasonable target on this Sunday. This town is going to be dead outside of this event. We need to have a focus there. I want minimal field units to stay behind incase there's another problem, but Wilhoat we should start co-ordinating a plan."
"I wholeheartedly agree. Jack, Wiltshire, Bobby, I'd like you guys to advise."
At that moment Ross entered the room and looked at Wilhoat.
"What is it Ross."
"Dr. Petty is on the phone."
"Is it about Deimer?"
"No, sir, it's about Richards. He woke up sir. He's demanding to speak with you."
"All right. Lambert?"
"Go. He won't want to see me."
"Of course. Wiltshire."
Wilhoat and Wiltshire walk out of the meeting room as Jack looks on.
---
"Here it is," Jay Peters said, walking up to another pick-up truck. He pulled out a cooler out of the back of the pickup truck and opened it. It is full of RDX+. Catalon looked over the things and smiled.
"They're all filled the same?" Catalon asked.
"Yeah, everything should be ready to go."
"I've seen this stuff in action," Catalon said. "We're going to want to be aways away before we set this off."
"Unfortunately," Peters said, replacing the cooler, "We can't do that and complete our objective."
"If this part of the mission fails, then the whole thing fails."
"I have installed fail safes, Mr. Catalon, to ensure that even if the bomb attack is unsuccessful, that the objective will be taken care of."
They enter the RV Peters is based out of. Peters men are passed out on the ground around. Peters looks around as a cop car goes by.
04:21:54...
...04:26:13
SPLITSCREEN: Peters and Catalon drinking beer while chatting, Wilhoat and Wiltshire changing into clean room clothes, Heller going over notes with Ross, Lambert working out plans in the conference room.
Wilhoat walks out of the changing room into the clean room where Mathis and Dr. Petty are waiting. Wilhoat walks over to Richards.
"Bill..." Wilhoat said as Wiltshire comes up behind him.
"Tom. Tom. What's going on?"
Tom looked over at Petty, who reluctantly nodded.
"We're still trying to track down the RDX."
"There... there was someone watching."
Wilhoat looked at Wiltshire then back at Bill.
"Who, Bill?"
"I don't know. He was across the street. Just before the bomb went off...I...I..."
Wilhoat leaned in close to Richards, who seemed to be struggling.
"From a bedroom there was a light on. I looked up, there was a man watching..."
"He was just looking out the window.":
"He was looking at me, Tom."
"You mean, like he was waiting for the explosive to go off?"
"Yeah."
Tom turned to Wiltshire as if to give her instructions when Bill looks back at him.
"I see Deimer... where are Mahoney and Buckley?"
Tom looked down and then back to Wiltshire. He finally turns back to Richards.
"They're dead, Bill. I'm sorry."
Bill laid back and seemed to loose a lot of energy.
"Deimer doesn't look good... she just got out of surgery.
As a tear rolls down Richards cheek, suddenly his voice becomes very firm.
"Tom, you find these people," Richards said. "The people who planted that bomb... the guy in the window, all of them. Make them pay. For what they did to me... for what they did to all of us."
Wilhoat looked down, and Wiltshire comes up behind him.
"Tom, we need to get back upstairs."
"You gotta do it, Tom." Richards said, as Wiltshire dragged Tom out of there. Tom takes off the scrubs then looks back through the window at Deimer.
"You okay Tom?" Wiltshire asked.
"Yeah." he said, seeming anything but.
---
Heller is in the conference room now, as they have a map of the Motor Speedway up on the screen.
"Here is the biggest problem," Bobby said. "There is only one point on this entire map where you can see the entire track. Here, the Pagoda."
"The only spot?" Heller asked.
"The track is flat. Even on a clear day from high up you can't see very far. And that's assuming the weather is nice, which it almost never is for the 500..."
"What do you mean?" Bauer asked.
"You've never been to the 500 before, have you?" Bobby said. "It seems like every year sometime during the race it gets cloudy and rains. 1992... it was 45 and rainy all day... there was a tornado warning a couple years back right after the race."
"So, were not only fighting time, terrorists, but mother nature probably won't co-operate."
"Almost certainly. It might not hit until after the race, but there is a front moving through Kansas right now... and there's always pop-up storms."
"I'm afraid it's true, Jack," Wilhoat said, entering the room. "It's almost certainly going to rain today. Indiana's not exactly Los Angeles."
"What did Richards have to say?" Lambert asked.
"He said someone was watching across the street. Amber, see anyone relocated that satellite."
Bormann walked back into the conference room.
"I sent a couple of IPDs to the houses of the other men on the list. Houses ransacked, no sign of anyone... no sheets on the beds. One had signs of blood." Bormann said.
"Thanks Jim." Lambert said, dismissing him.
Bormann walked out of the board room.
"We still need to decide who's going to lead this team."
Silence filled the room as they looked at each other.
"With the Chief of Staff and head of Field Ops hurt, wouldn't the next highest field ops officer take over?" Heller asked.
"Mahoney and Buckley are dead." Bobby growled at Heller.
"I'll do it," Bauer said.
"I appreciate that, Jack," Lambert said. "However, Division wants you supervised."
"What, why?"
"This came from the Washington office. I think someone there is friends with Driscoll."
"You also don't know the city, Jack. Our field agents get tours of the Speedway."
"I'm going to do it."
--- 04:39:23
--- 04:43:49
SPLITSCREEN: Heller, Wiltshire, Bobby, Bauer and in the conference room; Bormann and Amber working next to each other; Peters and Catalon in the RV; Wilhoat and Lambert in another windowless room.
Lambert closes the door behind him and looks at Tom.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm the logical choice, Evan, and what's worse is you know it."
"You're the Special Agent in Charge, Tom! You can't be going out in the field."
"The bottom line is our top four field agents are out of action right now. I'm the only one with the field experience and knowledge of the Speedway to effectively lead this operation."
"Who's going to run CTU?"
Wilhoat just glared at Lambert.
"Oh no... you can't be thinking what..."
"Come on, Evan. You know you've wanted to do this for a long time."
"I don't want to displace you, Tom."
"You've just waiting for me and Deimer to move up so you can move up."
"I'm not going to deny that, but I don't want to..."
"You can run things here... I need to do this."
"Fine. All right. Division is going to be so pissed at me."
"It'll be fine."
"If your ass gets shot, I'm the one who has to deal with the repercussions."
---
"We can set up command in the main security office," Bobby said. "We can run Comm out of there. We can cover all entrance to the infield, but there's no way we can look at every person who enters the Speedway."
"We're just going to have to hope they need a truck," Wiltshire said.
"WIth that much explosive, they'd need a lot more people to carry it in."
Wilhoat reentered and looked at the screen.
"We should print out all the known suspect and hand them out of all the yellow shirts." Wilhoat said.
"Yellow shirts?" Bauer asked.
"IMS security. Mostly retired IPD. They wear bright yellow shirts."
"Bobby, I need you to get everyone together, every field unit we can spare. We're going to take over the Speedway."
--- 04:48:49
--- 04:53:14
SPLITSCREEN: Field units getting suited up, Wilhoat and Wiltshire walking down a hallway, Catalon answering a phone call as Peters watches.
"Catalon. Yes. Yes. Of course."
Catalon turned to Peters and frowned.
"The sun should be rising soon, we need to start getting ready. Media gates open in one hour."
"All right, I'll start waking the guys up."
"Let them sleep a little longer, just start loading things up."
"Right."
Peters walks outside and looked as it was almost the end of twilight. He frowned as he looked down at one of his drunk men as he made his way over to the pickup truck.
---
Wilhoat and Wiltshire are walking through a hallway and Wiltshire is going over protocols.
"Bobby will be heading up comm. Amber will be co-ordinating things from here and Bormann will be heading up intel again."
"All right."
"Bauer has insisted on being part of the field team, so he will answer directly to you, though I doubt he will follow it."
"You read his file too?"
"No, I just figured it out."
Wilhoat smirked.
"You okay, Tom?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Listen, you've been through hell today. No ones going to look down on you if you need a break..."
"I do my best field work when I'm angry," Tom said. "And I don't know if I've ever been this angry."
"That's why I'm worried."
"Jack will be there... I'm more worried about our field team being able to cover the entire track."
"We'll be working with IMS Security. We have an evacuation plan going over there right now."
"All right... anything else?"
"Yeah, I'm going with you."
"Lindsay, you said it yourself, you're not a field unit."
"You said it yourself, Tom, we need all the help out there we can do."
"Lindsay this isn't a game, you could get seriously hurt."
"I know, Tom. But I'm going. I already cleared it with Lambert."
--- 04:57:25
Bauer is going through a bag of equipment. He pulls out two pistols and a large amount of ammo. He loads his guns up and looks up.
---
Lambert walks over to a phone and presses a button, a loudspeaker comes over.
"Attention all staff members," Lambert said. "As of this moment I will temporarily be taking complete control of the Special Agent in Charge status of CTU Indianapolis. Tom Wilhoat will temporarily be Head of Field Operations until he returns. All decisions from CTU now go through me."
SPLITSCREEN: Lambert continues to talk as Wiltshire and Wilhoat walk through CTU. As they pass, people seem to turn and look. Bobby and Bauer on their own screens follow Wiltshire and Wilthoat.
"These people leaving CTU right now have volunteered to fill in for fallen staffers. Let us remember what those people gave up for us today. Let us honor them. Let's get these people. Lets make sure no more blood is spilled today."
Amber and Bormann look at each other as Lambert sets the phone down and the speakers go dead.
Wilhoat and Wiltshire get into one SUV and Bauer and Bobby get into another SUV. Tom Wilhoat turns the ignition of the SUV.
...05:00:00
