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Jack's looking through the empty boxes of weapons, tape measure in hand. Measuring the dimensions of the supports in the boxes, he can get an idea of how large the weapons were that were packed inside, and he's not getting an encouraging picture.
Frustrated, he turns around, snapping the tape back into its case. Dammit, he wants to be moving, to have a clue where the hell these guys were, instead of just staying here, picking through the pieces. But it looks like they're stuck, at least until CTU comes through with sattelite or CalTrans footage showing where the hostiles are headed.
Dammit, what's taking them so long?
Frustrated, he turns around, snapping the tape back into its case. Dammit, he wants to be moving, to have a clue where the hell these guys were, instead of just staying here, picking through the pieces. But it looks like they're stuck, at least until CTU comes through with sattelite or CalTrans footage showing where the hostiles are headed.
Dammit, what's taking them so long?