Joe Egan and Gerry Rafferty were a duo known as Stealer's Wheel
WHO: Jack Bauer, Sheldon Sands, Scathach, and Geddoe
WHERE: An abandoned garage in Atatla, Mexico, and the conveniently secluded street outside.
WHEN: The following takes place between 7pm and 8pm. Events occur in real time.
WARNINGS: Violence, language, torture.
SUMMARY: Once a small-time fixer, Ramon Arius is now hosting over a hundred gangsters in a resort he bought and renovated. It’s about time the Dependables had a word with him, especially about what the ‘package’ is and where it’s hidden.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The owners of this garage had moved away when crime had begun to encroach on Atatla like a fungus, leaving it nicely abandoned for any former federal agents who happened to need a place to stash someone after snatching them off the street for interrogation. Jack peered out its small, dingy window at the deserted street outside. Sheldon should be moving Ramon and his bodyguards into position soon; then he and Geddoe would make their move and get him into the garage before he had a chance to raise an alarm at the resort. Jack and Scathach would take it from there.
He had once told himself that he was done with things like this, with blood and screams. He had gone through an entire day of hell to convince him that there had to be limits, that there had to be lines that wouldn’t be crossed, no matter the situation. Jack had seen where the attitude of ‘wherever it takes’ could truly lead, and finally recognized the abyss he’d been standing on the brink of for his entire career. So he had retired, he had found peace, even happiness.
That was before he’d been taken from his home and his family, to a place where he had seen Los Angeles ruined- in Jack's mind, because he hadn’t been willing to push hard enough and fast enough to stop it. Since coming to the City he had seen too many innocent people hurt while reacting to a threat instead of doing something to prevent it. The destruction of his alternate hometown by his own government was just the largest cloud looming in his mind when he thought of what he hadn’t been able to save. Now the City and its people were under threat yet again, and for once he had a chance to act before it was too late instead of just responding and trying to limit the damage. That was why he’d taken the step of assembling this team and lying to his coworkers, going outside the law to wage a private war. That was why he was going to once again step across the line tonight, putting. He could only hope that he wouldn’t have to go too far back into that darkness, that the lessons he had learned at such high cost back home wouldn’t disappear.
Jack turned to review the setup: the metal chair, the chains and handcuffs, the gag, the many tools laid out on the dirty table. He ran through a checklist in his head to see if anything was missing, and came up an item short. The garage wasn’t soundproofed. They’d need something to drown out the subject’s noise.
There was an old, dusty radio in the garage. Jack turned it on, pumped up the volume, then resumed his watching at the window as the music began to play.
Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right...
WHERE: An abandoned garage in Atatla, Mexico, and the conveniently secluded street outside.
WHEN: The following takes place between 7pm and 8pm. Events occur in real time.
WARNINGS: Violence, language, torture.
SUMMARY: Once a small-time fixer, Ramon Arius is now hosting over a hundred gangsters in a resort he bought and renovated. It’s about time the Dependables had a word with him, especially about what the ‘package’ is and where it’s hidden.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The owners of this garage had moved away when crime had begun to encroach on Atatla like a fungus, leaving it nicely abandoned for any former federal agents who happened to need a place to stash someone after snatching them off the street for interrogation. Jack peered out its small, dingy window at the deserted street outside. Sheldon should be moving Ramon and his bodyguards into position soon; then he and Geddoe would make their move and get him into the garage before he had a chance to raise an alarm at the resort. Jack and Scathach would take it from there.
He had once told himself that he was done with things like this, with blood and screams. He had gone through an entire day of hell to convince him that there had to be limits, that there had to be lines that wouldn’t be crossed, no matter the situation. Jack had seen where the attitude of ‘wherever it takes’ could truly lead, and finally recognized the abyss he’d been standing on the brink of for his entire career. So he had retired, he had found peace, even happiness.
That was before he’d been taken from his home and his family, to a place where he had seen Los Angeles ruined- in Jack's mind, because he hadn’t been willing to push hard enough and fast enough to stop it. Since coming to the City he had seen too many innocent people hurt while reacting to a threat instead of doing something to prevent it. The destruction of his alternate hometown by his own government was just the largest cloud looming in his mind when he thought of what he hadn’t been able to save. Now the City and its people were under threat yet again, and for once he had a chance to act before it was too late instead of just responding and trying to limit the damage. That was why he’d taken the step of assembling this team and lying to his coworkers, going outside the law to wage a private war. That was why he was going to once again step across the line tonight, putting. He could only hope that he wouldn’t have to go too far back into that darkness, that the lessons he had learned at such high cost back home wouldn’t disappear.
Jack turned to review the setup: the metal chair, the chains and handcuffs, the gag, the many tools laid out on the dirty table. He ran through a checklist in his head to see if anything was missing, and came up an item short. The garage wasn’t soundproofed. They’d need something to drown out the subject’s noise.
There was an old, dusty radio in the garage. Jack turned it on, pumped up the volume, then resumed his watching at the window as the music began to play.
Well I don’t know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain’t right...