3.45pm, a street in Washington DC - 1 week after Chapter Two
He should have known that his failure to kill Alex Myers would be his downfall and he cursed himself as he hid behind the dumpster. The FBI had him surrounded, and he was fast running out of options. He spotted his chance and he fled down a alleyway, only to be shot at from behind. Shocked into submission, he sank to his knees as the female FBI agent who had caught him approached.
Agent Renee Walker was more than happy to help catch this guy, and couldn't wait to give Jack the good news. She had met Jack some years ago around the time of the Sangala affair, and he had made a lasting impression on her.
7.00pm, a house in Santa Monica - 1 week after Chapter Two
Alex was lying on his bed, half-asleep. Since his discharge from hospital that afternoon, he had been busy sorting out insurance and other internet cafe-related business, and now he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep in his own bed. Feeling his various injuries, he felt lucky to be alive and had no fear about testifying. That afternoon's capture of his would be murderer in DC had only helped to cheer him up, and he knew that this chapter in his life would soon come to a close.
8.00pm, FBI headquarters, Washington DC - 1 week after Chapter Two
He knew what was expected of him if he was captured and, if he didn't meet those expectations, he knew that his employers would meet them for him. He located the false tooth that had been implanted into his mouth, and took it out. Unlike most teeth, this one was made out of plastic. Opening it, he took out the cyanide capsule and plucked up the courage to meet his employer's expectations.
11.00pm, a house in Santa Monica - 1 week after Chapter Two
Alex woke up suddenly and quickly sat up, and was rewarded with a sharp pain in his side. Groaning as he slowly laid back down, he tried to remember what had woken him up so suddenly. Realising that his phone was ringing, he reached across to his bedside table and felt around for the phone.
"Alex Myers?", the voice on the other end asked, as Alex rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Yeah, this is Alex Myers. Who is this?", Alex replied.
"Not yet. Tomorrow morning, at 11am, i want you to meet me outside the old CTU building. Don't tell anyone and don't bring anyone", the voice, a man, told him and before Alex could ask why, the caller hung up. Alex stared at nothing in particular for a few minutes, trying to remember the voice or come up with any theories as to why this man wanted to meet him at the old CTU building of all places.
9.00am, a street in Los Angeles - 1 week after Chapter Two
He was very early for his meeting with Alex, but he was anxious and so he was sat in his car listening to some random radio station. The reason for the meeting was a personal one. Taking out a picture of his mother, the man looked at her with sad brown eyes and tried not to cry.
11.00am, a street in Los Angeles - 1 week after Chapter Two
As Alex parked up, the man who had arranged the meeting got out of his car and approached Alex's car and waited for him to get out.
"Hello Alex, thank you for meeting me", he said, shaking Alex's hand.
"You gonna tell me what this is all about? Who are you?", Alex asked, both curious and nervous. He knew that Jane might send another assassin after him, and he had to be careful about who he met.
"My name is Kyle Farrell", Kyle stated, smiling slightly as he said his name. Alex thought for a minute about the name.
"You're Jamey Farrell's son, aren't you? I'm so sorry for what happened to your mother", Alex said. He had been horrified by what his mother had done to Jamey Farrell.
"I'm sorry about what happened to yours as well. She might have killed my mother, but I don't believe in eye for an eye", Kyle replied.
"Neither do I, Kyle. You've probably heard about what me and Jane planned, but I just got sucked into it and I am eternally grateful that I was able to come to my senses before I did something terrible".
The conversation went on for some time, and both agreed to keep in touch. They shared a bond that was both tragic and disturbed, both senseless and deep. Sons of murdered mothers, offspring of those who died too soon. As they left the scene of their meeting, both Kyle and Alex thought of their mothers.