Who is Chloe O'Brian? Chapter 1
Set after Day 4
Hopping down from his pickup truck Jack peruses the parking lot. Not surprised to find it empty at 6am on a Sunday morning, he walks around the side and grabs his bag from the bed.
Walking to the door he quickly keys in his access code and enters the building. Inhaling deeply he sighed at the soothing and familiar scent of oil and gunpowder.
"This is exactly what I need" Jack thought to himself. A couple of hours of target practice and he's sure he'll feel more like his self again.
Walking into the gallery he drops his bag on the bench pulling out his favorite Sig Pro SP 2009. Feeling the weight in his hand he loads the clip and tucks the gun into his waistband.
After clipping a target, he puts in his ear plugs. Sending the target forward 50 feet he movs his body into the familiar stance. Pulling his Sig he rapidly he emptied his clip.
Taking out the ear plugs he sets his gun on the counter. Hitting the button to bring his target forward he hears the alley door open.
Turning around he sees Mike, the shooting range manager, walk in.
"Bauer, you’re here a bit early huh?"
"Hey Mike. Just thought a few hours of practice would loosen me up a bit"
With a nod and a grunt the older man reaches over and takes the paper target off the clip.
"Not bad"
Chuckling, Jack looks at him, "Think I'm getting rusty Mike?"
Mike lets out a hearty laugh and slaps Jack on the back. "You? No. I mean not bad as in not the best". Crooking his finger at Jack he says "Come with me"
Jack obediently follows him to the back of the alley. Looking up he sees the familiar cork board where the top three targets are stapled showcasing the accuracy of the CTU agents.
Narrowing his eyes he sees the one in the middle. Seeing two bullet holes, one right in the middle of the forehead and one to the heart he grins.
"Who is that? Curtis? Chase?"
Another laugh from Mike has Jack turning to look at him.
"Nope"
Narrowing his eyes Jack steps closer as his eyes widen. Not two bullet holes. Several. One right through the other. Whoever shot this successfully put more than one bullet through each spot with perfect accuracy?
"Whose is this?" Jack asks curious.
"Can't say. They didn't sign it".
"Can’t or won't say?
Mike claps him on the shoulder. "Looks like you've been unseated as the best, Bauer". Laughing he walks away.
Studying the target again, Jack shakes his head and smiles.
Packing his gear, he walks out to the front where Mike is cleaning the protection equipment. Looking up the old man winks.
"I'll tell you this.." He leans forward on the counter. "She's always here before you are".
"She?" Jack thinks. Currently they don't have any female CTU field agents. With a nod he says goodbye to Mike and heads out the door.
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7 days later
Sitting in his truck at the far end of the parking lot, Jack slowly sips his coffee. Glancing at his watch he sees it's just barely 4am. Settling back in his seat he waits.
15 mins later he sees a familiar silver Chrysler pulling into the parking lot. "Chloe?"
As he watches, Chloe walks into the range. Quickly hopping out of his truck he follows her. Stepping in unnoticed he sees her step into the shooting alley.
Slipping into the viewing area he leans against the window and flips on the video monitors.
First she steps up the counter and pulls her weapon from the back of her jeans. Checking the clip she slams it home and places it on the counter. Bending down she raises the leg of her jeans.
In shock, Jack watches her pull a Glock 19 out of her boot. She repeats her gun check and lays it on the counter beside her other one.
Pulling off her jacket, Jack studies her as she shrugs her shoulders and stretches her arms. His throat going dry, he watches her lithe body bend and stretch to loosen her muscles.
He watches her tie her hair in a ponytail and put on her ear phones as she moves up to the counter. Loading a target, she pushes the button for 50 ft.
Jack immediately looks down at the video monitor. He watches the screen intently as he counts the gunshots; he sees two perfect holes tear through the paper target.
“Jesus” he mutters. Seeing her start to clean her guns, Jack slowly slips out of the observation room and back to the parking lot.
He decided right then that it’s time for him to learn more about Chloe O’Brian.
Hopping down from his pickup truck Jack peruses the parking lot. Not surprised to find it empty at 6am on a Sunday morning, he walks around the side and grabs his bag from the bed.
Walking to the door he quickly keys in his access code and enters the building. Inhaling deeply he sighed at the soothing and familiar scent of oil and gunpowder.
"This is exactly what I need" Jack thought to himself. A couple of hours of target practice and he's sure he'll feel more like his self again.
Walking into the gallery he drops his bag on the bench pulling out his favorite Sig Pro SP 2009. Feeling the weight in his hand he loads the clip and tucks the gun into his waistband.
After clipping a target, he puts in his ear plugs. Sending the target forward 50 feet he movs his body into the familiar stance. Pulling his Sig he rapidly he emptied his clip.
Taking out the ear plugs he sets his gun on the counter. Hitting the button to bring his target forward he hears the alley door open.
Turning around he sees Mike, the shooting range manager, walk in.
"Bauer, you’re here a bit early huh?"
"Hey Mike. Just thought a few hours of practice would loosen me up a bit"
With a nod and a grunt the older man reaches over and takes the paper target off the clip.
"Not bad"
Chuckling, Jack looks at him, "Think I'm getting rusty Mike?"
Mike lets out a hearty laugh and slaps Jack on the back. "You? No. I mean not bad as in not the best". Crooking his finger at Jack he says "Come with me"
Jack obediently follows him to the back of the alley. Looking up he sees the familiar cork board where the top three targets are stapled showcasing the accuracy of the CTU agents.
Narrowing his eyes he sees the one in the middle. Seeing two bullet holes, one right in the middle of the forehead and one to the heart he grins.
"Who is that? Curtis? Chase?"
Another laugh from Mike has Jack turning to look at him.
"Nope"
Narrowing his eyes Jack steps closer as his eyes widen. Not two bullet holes. Several. One right through the other. Whoever shot this successfully put more than one bullet through each spot with perfect accuracy?
"Whose is this?" Jack asks curious.
"Can't say. They didn't sign it".
"Can’t or won't say?
Mike claps him on the shoulder. "Looks like you've been unseated as the best, Bauer". Laughing he walks away.
Studying the target again, Jack shakes his head and smiles.
Packing his gear, he walks out to the front where Mike is cleaning the protection equipment. Looking up the old man winks.
"I'll tell you this.." He leans forward on the counter. "She's always here before you are".
"She?" Jack thinks. Currently they don't have any female CTU field agents. With a nod he says goodbye to Mike and heads out the door.
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7 days later
Sitting in his truck at the far end of the parking lot, Jack slowly sips his coffee. Glancing at his watch he sees it's just barely 4am. Settling back in his seat he waits.
15 mins later he sees a familiar silver Chrysler pulling into the parking lot. "Chloe?"
As he watches, Chloe walks into the range. Quickly hopping out of his truck he follows her. Stepping in unnoticed he sees her step into the shooting alley.
Slipping into the viewing area he leans against the window and flips on the video monitors.
First she steps up the counter and pulls her weapon from the back of her jeans. Checking the clip she slams it home and places it on the counter. Bending down she raises the leg of her jeans.
In shock, Jack watches her pull a Glock 19 out of her boot. She repeats her gun check and lays it on the counter beside her other one.
Pulling off her jacket, Jack studies her as she shrugs her shoulders and stretches her arms. His throat going dry, he watches her lithe body bend and stretch to loosen her muscles.
He watches her tie her hair in a ponytail and put on her ear phones as she moves up to the counter. Loading a target, she pushes the button for 50 ft.
Jack immediately looks down at the video monitor. He watches the screen intently as he counts the gunshots; he sees two perfect holes tear through the paper target.
“Jesus” he mutters. Seeing her start to clean her guns, Jack slowly slips out of the observation room and back to the parking lot.
He decided right then that it’s time for him to learn more about Chloe O’Brian.