The following takes place between 4:00 P.M. and 5:00 P.M.
The insider had done well. Not only would CTU be focused on Ivan as he did his own thing but they would be pitting two of their agents against each other. So far Marks' plan was safe and would not be compromised. But he still did not have a way to increase the damage from the device. He looked over the map of the target site and the blueprints of the target, looking for a way to increase casualties.
As he looked up he saw a reporter discussing an airship on the TV. It would be the inaugural flight of the newest Goodyear airship. Suddenly Marks had an epiphany.
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Ingram rushed back to CTU, eager to get off Jack's shit-list and get his daughter back for him. However, as he stepped off the elevator he was met by Jack and two security guards holding their pistols on him. "Hands on your head," Jack ordered.
"What'd you got going here, Jack?" Ingram asked as he complied.
"You try anything and I will kill you," Jack responded as Ingram was handcuffed.
"Jack, what is going on?" Ingram demanded to know as his side arm was taken from him.
"Cut the bullshit, kid," Jack hissed. "We know you're on the Mafia's payroll."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You helped them get in and you helped them escape."
"Jack…why would I do it?"
"You tell me. You've been playing me all along."
"Jack!"
"Get him out of here."
"Jack!" Ingram yelled as he was taken toward the holding unit. "Jack, I'm not the bad guy! I'm not working for the Russians, Jack! Jack!"
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As Ingram was being imprisoned Ivan was binding Kim to a chair in a run down and abandoned apartment building. Ivan and his two bodyguards watched her, the door and the window as they waited for Marks. Suddenly there was a series of three knocks on the door. "It's Marks," a voice called out. Ivan opened the door and a balding man came in with two more men. "Is this the girl?"
"Yes." Ivan replied. "Whether or not CTU complies is no matter. They are distracted."
"Good. I've taken care of Fuchs. CTU should have him under control." They heard muffling from Kim and Ivan walked over and ripped the duct tape from her mouth.
"Why are you doing this?" Kim asked of Ivan.
"It is of no consequence to you, Kim," Ivan said as he brushed his hand along her hair. "Your father will have no choice to cooperate since we have you. If he doesn't want you suffering…indignities, he will cooperate." Ivan then walked away from her.
"About Jack Bauer," Marks spoke up. "I need assurance that he will be dealt with. He's the best agent CTU has and he has a knack for disrupting operations."
"Trust me, he won't be any trouble. Not while we have his 'little girl'."
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Mac was held in a holding room with his jacket off and his hands cuffed behind his back. A uniformed guard armed with a tazer was to his right. As Ingram contemplated what has happening Jack came into the room, looking pissed.
"Jack I swear that I am not a traitor!"
"You helped a criminal organization raid a government building, capture a federal witness and kidnap my daughter!" Jack screamed. "Even if you're not responsible for Kim's kidnapping, you're responsible for the deaths of three personnel who died in the blast and two guards who were gunned down. You obviously had to have fed them intel on our facility to allow them entry. Why should I trust you at all?"
"Because I can help you get her back! I know how we can contact the Mafia, Jack!"
"I know you do. I want the names of your contacts and their locations, now."
"I don't have any contacts!" Jack then slid a photograph across the table.
"This photo says otherwise."
"What is this Jack? I have never seen that man!"
"Then what are you doing talking with him?" Jack screamed as he shoved his chair into the wall. "Tell me where I can find Kolya Bratchenko!"
"I don't know! I only have suspicions of how we can find them!"
"You mean he contacts you?"
"No. God damnit, Jack!" Ingram stood up. "I'm not working for him!" Jack forcefully shoved Ingram back into his seat and held him by the neck.
"If anything happens to my daughter no cell will keep you safe from me," Jack Bauer growled at the twenty-six-year old. Jack released Mac and exited the room.
"Son of a bitch," Ingram mumbled to himself. 'I've got to get out of here.'
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Jack led a search of Ingram's residence. They couldn't find anything concrete save for a secured desktop which was removed and taken back to CTU along with disks and thumb drives. Audrey and Jenkins would have a look at it but they said it would take time before they had anything.
While Jack was out, Ingram worked up a plan to escape. The room he was in had a camera but no two-way mirror. His security card was taken from him but there was another one to his right all he had to do was… "Ermph," Mac grunted and doubled over as if in pain.
"What's wrong?" The guard asked, falling for it.
"I got shot in the vest earlier today," Ingram admitted. "I'm fine, it's just beginning to aggravate. I got hit right in the…" WHAM! The guard never saw it coming. Ingram drove his shoulder into the guard's sternum and knocked him against the wall. The blow knocked him out cold. "…sternum." As the guard fell to the floor, unconscious, Mac sat down and removed the guard's keys. After un-cuffing himself he took the guard's keys, tazer and pass card. He then quickly exited the room and holding unit before the alarm could sound.
The quickest way out would be through the entrance the TAC teams used. He entered the tactical unit just as an alarm was sounded. He found a fuse box in a nearby maintenance closet and killed the main power to the area. He ran into the TAC garage, shot a uniformed guard with the tazer and got into a TAC Hummer. After getting the keys he quickly opened the garage door manually. As he got back into the hummer a security team burst into the garage. As they ran towards the vehicle he gunned the engine and raced out of CTU. 'Mac' Fuchs was now on the run.
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When Jack got back to CTU Manning and Audrey were already trying to track the stolen Hummer. "How'd he get out?" Jack demanded to know.
"He knocked out his guard and stole a TAC car," Audrey informed him.
"There," Curtis pointed on the screen. "He's stopped. Get a TAC team…"
"Wait," Audrey interrupted. "The signal's gone."
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In a grungy alley Ingram unplugged the power source for the GPS tracker. He closed the door to the vehicle and crossed the street. After walking through another alley, stepping over half- and fully drunk bums he crossed another street and into another alley. Halfway down the alley he climbed onto a fire escape and made his way to a third floor apartment, his apartment.
The search team had already come and gone but he couldn't stick around long in case someone was watching his place. "I can't believe those guys," he groaned as he stepped through the ransacked apartment. "They even knocked over all my Godzilla DVD's." He figured correctly that they'd take his computer, disks, and files. That was a given. They would also take anything they thought would be considered 'sensitive'. But he knew they would miss what he came here to get.
His sixteen inch TV sat on a synthetic wood stand. In the glass double doors below it were the cable box, DVD player and surround sound system. Between the glass doors and the top of the stand was a ten inch by four inch 'decorative' rectangle. It looked like a drawer but didn't open like one; at least to the casual search team. Using a butter knife from the kitchen Mac depressed a hidden mechanism on the bottom of the rectangle. This released the concealed drawer. Mac opened it up to find that his possession was still there: a parkerized Springfield Armory 1911-A1.
His Smith and Wesson was his issue pistol at CTU but this forty-five caliber sidearm was his. He pulled the five inch barreled firearm from the foam lined drawer and checked that the eight-round magazine was loaded. He grabbed a leather fanny pack and clipped it around his waist. He clipped a carbon fiber holster onto the pack's belt and slid the weapon into it.
He then removed four more magazines and slipped them into the first pocket on the pack. He also removed a four inch long black cylinder and tucked it into the second pocket. After he retrieved his personal firearm he grabbed an LED flashlight and exited his apartment the same way he came in and beat-feet back to the TAC Hummer. Now he had to find Kim.
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"Those vehicles have armored vests and C4 explosive charges in their trunks," Jack realized. "He could level a building if the charges are placed just right." Manning's phone rang. Ivan was on the phone asking for Ingram. Jack took it from Manning. "This is Bauer."
"Your daughter is fine, Jack," Ivan commented. "She has not been touched; yet."
"I want to talk to her." He heard shuffling feet and a soft voice cooed.
"Dad?" Kim spoke.
"Are you alright, Kim?"
"I'm scared, dad. What do they want?"
"I don't know, sweetheart," Jack said as the phone was pulled away from her.
"If you don't want anything to happen to the girl you'll bring yourself and Mac to the La Brea Tar pits on Wilshire." The line went dead before it could be traced.
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"What happens if Fuchs doesn't show?" Marks asked Ivan.
"Doesn't matter. Bauer will at least. If Mac shows we make a trade: Fuchs for the girl. Since we have his daughter, Jack won't hesitate. If Mac doesn't show; we'll see."
"If the girl dies we lose any control over CTU," Marks commented.
"I know." With the surprise of a bolt from the blue, gunfire erupted from outside the building.
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