Jack sits at a table near the door, sipping a cup of coffee and trying not to look nervous, though it's nearly impossible to do. While he's trying to look around the bar and keep an eye on things, his eyes keep straying back to the door. He'd left a note for Chris on Michelle's fridge, letting her know where he was, and though he knows it might ( Read more... )

Jack stands at the kitchen sink at a little after three in the morning, drying a couple dishes and staring out the window, thinking ( Read more... )

July 17, 2012
6:43pmJack rubs his forehead, wincing as he touches the bruise around the cut. He'd taken some Tylenol earlier, but that wasn't going to help much when he accidentally poked at it ( Read more... )

It's getting dark by the time Jack pulls his car into the driveway of Michelle's house. Turning off the engine, he closes his eyes for a moment, leaning his head back. The headache that's been pounding at his temples has settled to a dull throb ( Read more... )

July 18, 2012
4:34pmJack only briefly opens his eyes before closing them tightly again, his eyes hurting at the bright light. Even with the blinds closed it's too bright in the room for him, and he moves to roll over onto his back, let himself wake up and his eyes adjust to the light ( Read more... )

July 17, 2012
11:48am

Jack winces slightly as one of the medics dabs something on the cut on his forehead that makes it sting even more before applying a butterfly bandage. He hadn't noticed the cut until Bill had pointed it out to him, not that it was large enough to make itself known beyond a small dribble of blood to his temple.

"Here, hold this ( Read more... )

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, ( Read more... )

July 17, 2012
10:16am"I've got a location ( Read more... )

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July 17, 2012
3:06amJack leans forward, rubbing tired, gritty eyes. He should try and take a nap on the staff room couch, or go back to Michelle's for an hour to try and grab some sleep. He'd given his contact at DoD--Scott Itzin--his cellphone number so it's not like he needs to be at CTU. But then that's assuming he'd be able to get to sleep ( Read more... )