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It was a gamble- there was a chance Jack would keep her alive to learn the truth, and a good chance he would shoot her before she could finish explaining. The Russians and their consultants had trained her well for her assignment, but this was Jack Bauer. No one could have foreseen this. If she didn't try to talk, he would overpower her sooner or later- probably sooner.

"You don't want to do this, Jack! I didn't have anything to do with Renee, you know that!"

Yes, he knew- but the three shots sent in her direction said he was beyond caring. Jack Bauer did not react well to losing someone he cared about. Dana's first lesson with the Russian's prime consultant was that the whole game changed when it got personal. When it gets personal, get out or dig deep to get control of the game. It was too late to get out now- time to dig deep into the wounds that were already there, keep herself alive, and look for the next chance to run.

"Jack, I have information. Information that you would want more than anyone else. I know more than you think, more than just this hit. I need my evidence to stay alive, but I'll talk!"

"Your words don't mean much, Dana." Damn, he had gotten close. She tried to scamper closer to the stairs, get to higher ground.

"Tokarev is the one you want- he's the one who hired me. But he's not the one who trained me, Jack."

He sent four more shots at her but was forced to reload. Dana scampered up the stairs and got into position to take him out at the first sight she got. If she could keep her knowledge to herself, that would be preferable. A flash of brown leather- she emptied her clip. There was no thump of a body hitting the ground. Jack Bauer meant playing a whole different game. She was out of ammo and he was advancing on her. Time for the last play.

"You think I'm the first CTU mole the Russians have had contact with, Jack? How do you think they trained me?"

She heard the click of the safety behind her, then- merciful silence.

"What exactly are you saying, Dana?"

Dana raised her hands, stood up and turned to face Jack.

"First thing she told me was not to let it get personal. Said it was the biggest mistake she made. I never would have recommended they go after Renee, but they didn't exactly let me in on the planning committee. I had nothing to do with that, Jack."

He was advancing towards her, eyes wide.

"She who? What the hell are you getting at?"

Dana tilted her head, ready to get to business. She wouldn't waste time on pleasantries with this one. Her training was all about manipulating people, using their desires and fears against them. None of her training meant a thing with Jack Bauer. He thought he knew people like Dana- well, he was right. Her usual bag of tricks was useless here. All she had was information.

"I will talk after I get a deal."

"They want me even more than they want you right now. I'm not in a position to give you immunity. Talk and I'll let you live."

"Fugitive or not, you're still Jack Bauer. Get me off this continent, I'll get you want you want and be off on my way. You'll never have to hear from me again."

Jack laughed, a hollow sound that chilled her to the bone.

"You talk, I let you live. I like what you have to say, I'll take you as far as Ecuador. But the talking, and the evidence, comes first. There's no way that CTU isn't closing in on us right now. You get to live a bit longer, congratulations." Jack walked up to her and roughly spun her around and pushed her against the wall. She would have taken a chance as he reached for a set of cuffs, but the gun pointed directly at the center of her back made it not worth the risk.

Jack led Dana out through a basement access to a subway service tunnel. He had cuffed her hands in front and draped his jacket over them. It was too risky for him to have a gun on her in a public place, so he settled for keeping his right hand on his holster and his left firmly clenching her right arm as he pulled her into a subway station and through a crowd, both of them keeping their heads away from security cameras.

If she really wanted to, Dana could probably find a way to start a scene and slip out like she had at the bank, but as she weighed her options, she realized Jack was probably her best bet. Once she escaped, the Americans, the Russians, and an exceptionally pissed off Jack Bauer would all be after her. She probably wouldn't make it a block before getting recaptured or shot. Her best bet was cooperation until she saw a good enough opening. She wouldn't delude herself into thinking that Jack would simply let her go. He couldn't be bought with money, but if she could use her intel to buy herself enough time, she could put herself in a more agreeable position to run from. At the very least, Jack was less likely to torture her if he believed her. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want to spend the next few years being water boarded, either. Dana was tough enough to last at least a few months of interrogation, but the thought wearied her.

"Cole. Is he still alive?"

Jack's question snapped her out of her scheming. Someone like Jack Bauer could probably never fully understand what went on in her head and her heart, why she was incapable of killing her fiancée.

"I could never kill Cole. He'll be fine, maybe a bit burned or bruised but I wouldn't put him in harm's way."

"I know your type, Dana. I don't believe for a second that you give a damn about anyone but yourself."

He tugged her arm more forcefully as they pulled off down an alley.

"She told me she couldn't have killed you. Even when the president signed the pardon and she had a gun on you, she said she still wouldn't have pulled that trigger."

Jack shoved Dana into the wall and pulled out his gun, not caring that they were barely concealed from the street. His eyes were wide and less controlled than she had ever seen. His gaze was both probing and furious. After a few seconds of searching her face, he put the gun away and grabbed her by the neck. She cut him off before he could speak, struggling beneath his grasp to get the words out.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about, so don't pretend to ask. You kill me, you find out nothing."

This was how to play the game.