Jack's head was spinning. The alley around them shifted, and he started to lose his grip on Dana. She squirmed slightly beneath his hand, snapping him back to reality. Priorities. He needed to remember why he was here, focus on the present. Dana was in front of him because she knew something about the people who killed Renee. Nina was the past. Nina was dead, not going anywhere. Someone had sent bullets flying through his apartment mere hours ago. That was the matter at hand, that was why he had this woman in a chokehold.

"You're still alive. Start talking about the sniper outside my apartment."

Dana quirked an eyebrow in surprise. She had expected the reference to Nina to be the focus of his inquisition. From what she had read, as well as learned personally from the older woman, the slightest reference to his wife's murderer should have been enough to completely shatter his concentration. She allowed herself to be impressed. Never before had she met someone with such control over their emotions- no one who still had emotions, anyway.

Dana glanced down the alley, which reminded Jack how exposed they were. Between the traffic going by and the drones overhead, this wasn't his smartest play. He'd let himself get distracted by the reference to Nina- obviously the young woman's intention all along.

Jack had been planning on killing Dana as soon as he got the evidence. He would have settled for sending her to jail, but he was no longer in a position to make that happen. But now- maybe this information was worth keeping her alive. His rage against Renee's murderer was at the forefront of his mind right now, but the smoldering anger toward Nina had never left him. Maybe it would be worth keeping this one traitor alive if she could put together the pieces of Nina's treachery.

In no time, Jack had released Dana from the chokehold and was dragging her toward a door at the end of the alley. They were buzzed in a few seconds later. Jack's grasp didn't loosen as they entered a secure room- despite the overwhelming advantage he had, he wasn't planning on taking any chances with this one.

All business as usual, Jack didn't bother to acknowledge the friend who had just let them in, much less give introductions. He shoved Dana up against a wall and patted her down. He discovered a knife tucked into her front pocket, and a memory card in a back pocket. Without a word, he roughly pushed her into a chair and secured her hands to the arms. He kept eye contact with Dana as he crossed the room and handed Jim the memory card.

"See what you can get off of that."

His eyes still had yet to leave Dana's. As Jim started working at one of the many computer consoles in the corner, Dana diverted her attention to the terminal. She could see enough screens to know that this was a complicated personal operating system- this man knew what he was doing and would get into her video file in no time.

"Jack, that memory chip is the only thing keeping me alive right now! You need me alive!"

Jack strode back over behind Dana and leaned down so his face was inches from her ear.

"Make no mistake about it, Dana, I am the only thing that's keeping you alive right now." He practically hissed. He straightened and walked to the table a few feet in front of her and leaned against it, crossing his arms. "You're right, though, I do need you alive. So sit back and relax, you're not going anywhere."

Jim called Jack over- he had decrypted the file. That's what she gets for using standard-issue vanilla government code. She would have sprung for the proprietary software, but those sorts of programs get you on the CTU radar quickly. She faintly heard her own voice, pleading for herself and her fiancée to get their lives to themselves. She realized now it was idiotic to think that she could have gotten away with this operation. She had written most of CTU's system, but even having her own backdoors into every file and application couldn't keep her completely hidden. Live and learn- maybe.

"Start talking, Dana. Who's the man in the video?"

Dana narrowed her eyes and tightened her jaw. She had spent the majority of her day backed into a corner, and now she was officially sick of it. Cooperating was probably in her best interest, but she didn't want to make this too easy for him. After Kevin, she hated to let anyone else think they had control over her.

"It's in your best interest to work with me, Dana. Just because I'd prefer to keep you alive doesn't mean I won't work to get this information from you. Neither of us wants that. So talk."

Dana somewhat doubted that Jack wouldn't jump at the chance to put a blade to her skin, but she decided not to push him towards it.

"Pavel Tokarev was my liaison with the Russian syndicate for this job. He might be your sniper. He works for Novakovich, the Russian foreign minister."

"Works in what context?"

Now that Jack was getting what he wanted, he scaled down the intensity. He was still leaning against the table, arms tensely crossed, but his glare had lessened, more probing than angry. He was reading her, trying to see if she was holding anything back. Dana thought herself unreadable, but after her last interrogation with Jack she got the impression that he saw right through her. She knew better than to underestimate him.

"Does most of his dirty work. He gets rid of problems, cleans up messes, and deals with the contractors."

"Contractors? That's what you call yourself, then?" Jack didn't wait for an answer before continuing his line of questioning. "So Novakovich is involved?"

"He recruited me for the program."

Jack was tempted to let Dana direct the questioning and turn the focus onto Nina, but he still had a job to do. He turned away from the woman bound in front of him without another word and walked towards the computer terminal where his friend was still working. They had a hushed conversation- Dana couldn't hear any of it, but from their glances she knew part of it pertained to her. The men started to suit up- Kevlar vests, rifles, and handguns all put in place. Jack put on his jacket and pulled out a phone, stepping out of the room. Dana took the opportunity to observe the friend who was still in the room. He hadn't reacted at all to Jack's questioning or his threats, so he must be used to this. Jack trusted him alone with her, so she couldn't expect to try and turn him but also wasn't in any danger from him. This made him worthless to her. She lost interest and looked back towards the door, waiting for Jack to return.

Jim had just finished suiting up when Jack returned to the room.

"We have fifteen minutes. Let's move her."

Before Dana could fully comprehend what was happening, both her wrists were unbound and two firm hands were leading her into what appeared to be a closet. Maybe cell would be a more accurate word under the circumstances. She was once again bound to a chair. Jack opened a water bottle, stuck a straw in it and placed it on the shelf next to her, where it would be accessible to her. He could be a real son of a bitch sometimes, but at least he was being humane.

"Don't get too comfortable. Our conversation isn't finished."

Without another word, he and his quiet friend were gone.