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[action_antihero]

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

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[agirllost]

It's still dark out. The lights are bright inside CTU. Chase has gone off with one of the recovery teams. He said something about being unable to sit still any longer. Her heart breaks for him out there, but she understands.

Behrooz is more distant than ever, but at least she knows he's somewhere relatively safe.

She's focused on her work, enough that her dad's voice startles her and she turns quickly.

"Dad, I don't have time right now." It's 3:30 AM, people are starting to show signs of exhaustion, and she's beginning to forget what sunlight looks like.

[action_antihero]

"It'll only take a minute, sweetheart. It's important," he says, a current of urgency in his voice.

[agirllost]

She looks up at him, recognizing his expression, and feels a chill through her body. "They found...Caiti?"

Her breath catches and she prays that she's wrong.

[action_antihero]

He shakes his head hastily. "No, not that. Just...come with me for a minute," he says, gently taking her arm, pulling her to one of the hallways away from the bustle of the bullpen.

"We just got some information on where the suitcase nukes came from; they were brought into the United States as part of a nuclear weapon disarmament program. Omicron International here in L.A. is the company contracted by the government to dismantle the nukes, and the person in charge of the program at Omicron is Christopher Henderson."