"You shall have no gods before Me"

What the hell was I thinking?

Kate Warner desperately wanted to take a step backward. But Jack's arm was there, nudging her in the opposite direction.

This must go against my morals. I mean, I'm a Christian, aren't I?

Jack wrapped the cloth around her face, covering everything but her eyes. Sure, she looked convincing enough, considering the limited time they had for preparation.

He shoved her out of the fenced area, and she walked toward the mosque.

"You shall not make yourself any carved image"

Tony dug his pocketknife into the wooden crate, searching for anything.

"Cover me now!" Jack called, from somewhere to his right.

"I'm empty, Jack."

"Damn it, do something Tony, they're leaving now!"

Tony sliced several rushed shards of wood from the box.

"Go Jack. I've got'cha."

He threw the sticks as if they were darts. Not terribly effective, but enough for Jack. He didn't need much help.

After a minute, Jack contacted Tony via phone.

"Alright Tony, I've got the truck's plate number, but they're moving to the east."

"Go."

"The plate is California 858-A9931. They're leaving toward the east exit. There's another loading bay there. If we get a team in through the west entrance, we can cut them off. Call the FBI, ask for Renee Walker, and get me a team. That's our only chance of stopping this thing..."

"Fine."

Tony scratched these details onto the remnants of the crate and studied them before calling the FBI.

"You shall not take the Lord's name in vain"

Jack watched, helpless, as the chopper spun away from him.

"Land it!" He shouted, waving his arms. There was no way that the pilot heard him.

Jack ran a few paces after it, one hand pressed against his heart as a precaution.

"Land the damn chopper! What the hell are you doing?"

The helicopter moved further and faster away from the roof, leaving Jack panting and alone.

"God damn it!" he exclaimed, and pulled his phone from his pocket.

"Remember the Sabbath day, and keep it holy"

Jack had been through many terrible, terrible days. Not all in a row, thankfully, but still.

Today was going to be a nice day off. He'd worked a bit of overtime the night before, doing security for one of District's meetings.

Yes, a nice, peaceful Sunday. He shut his eyes as he fell to the couch in his living room.

His phone rang.

"This is Bauer." he said, sighing. His eyes remained closed.

"Jack... it's Tony. We've got a situation."

"What is it?"

"A bomb threat. I need you here, now."

"Honor thy father and thy mother"

"Shut up, Graem!" Jack shouted. He held up a ream of plastic wrapping in one hand, and studied his brother.

"Jack, don't, don't... don't do it!"

The door was kicked in. Phillip Bauer entered, toting a gun.

"Stay out of this." Jack warned.

His father inched closer, drawing his weapon.

Jack pulled his out as well, and shot three rounds into Phillip's lower leg. He collapsed to the ground, shouting.

"You shall not murder"

"Shoot him!" Jack yelled to his walkie-talkie.

Syad Ali let out a long, high-pitched wail of disapproval.

Both men watched, one in terror, as a fuzzy picture appeared on the screen. A masked man walked into the frame, holding his gun to the air. Then, he pointed it toward a small boy, who was obviously weeping.

A single shot was fired. The boy and the chair he was tied to hit the ground, instantly surrounded by a cavernous pool of blood.

"You killed my boy!" Ali yelled to Jack, over and over.

Jack sat, perfectly content.

"You shall not commit adultery"

Nina waited on the pool-deck, her legs submerged in the cool water.

Somewhere, a few miles away, Teri was sitting, across from Kim. They were eating dinner. Without him.

Nina looked to the water, blinking repeatedly, as if that would clear things up.

"Hey." A low voice said from behind her. Jack caught her around the waist, and sat down beside her.

She greeted him with a deep kiss.

"Nice hotel isn't it?" she asked after a minute.

"Yah, baby, Thanks for the reservations..."

His lips traveled swiftly down her neck.

"How's your wife?" She inquired slyly, just for fun.

"You shall not steal"

Kim folded over, breathing sharply.

She'd lived through quite a bit in the last hour. Kidnapping, a car crash, jail.

"I'll call for help, Miguel. You'll be okay. I promise... I promise..." she reached for the injured officer, and removed his two-way radio from its clip.

Miguel struggled to push her arm down.

"Don't. They'll be looking for you."

"But... you need help!"

"Take the walkie-talkie and go. I'll be okay. They'll find the wreck soon enough."

Kim kept the radio in her shaking hand, and placed a gentle kiss on Miguel's forehead.

She took the officer's gun from its holster, and, grasping both stolen items, she ran from the highway.

"You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor"

"Chloe, it's going to the lab. You're going to Holding."

"No!" she stood up, "You can't start doing tests on her, Ryan!"

"You need to start talking to me, Chloe. This is not a daycare; I don't care if you're a ranking employee!"

"She isn't my daughter..."

"Well, Chloe, I assumed that, with the way you've been protecting her. Call her dad, and have her taken home. Or anywhere but here. She does qualify as unauthorized personnel. This will be added to your personal file as well. I applaud you for being able to hide it."

"She... She's just a baby!"

"Get your child out of here, Chloe. That's an order."

"She isn't my child!"

"Somehow I don't believe you."

"You shall not covet your neighbor's possessions"

"Come on, Tony... I'd hate to be sitting here, later tonight, knowing I could've helped."

"We've got a job to get to in..." he checked his watch, "Half an hour."

"I'm going."

"Michelle, please." He got up from his chair, "They've got more than enough people at CTU. They don't need us. Our clients need us, okay? They're waiting for us."

She hesitated at the front door, brushing a hand against her forehead.

"They have information... even if we don't stay, we should at least find out if this compromises our work..."

"No, we shouldn't. We'll be fine, Michelle, I promise you. We're not going anywhere."

"I want to know what's going on, and I want a job in stopping it."

She walked out the door, to Tony's protest.