July 16 - Evening

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle's listening to Nadia's update, but mostly her thoughts are elsewhere, on the program she has running in the background on her workstation that is pulling up satellite images, five seconds apart, of Chris's condo for six hours before the bomb hit.

It hurts to see Chris so distraught. So hopeless.

So much like meAfter the brief meeting,

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[action_antihero]

Jack's heading for the situation room, the main area where he can spread out files and pore over them without being in anyone's way or taking up too much desk space; particularly now that almost every staff member is on active duty and the place is bursting at the seams. It doesn't hurt that there's a phone in there that he can use to call Chris, though he's trying to resist the urge. There's nothing he can say, so there's no reason to call her every ten minutes like he wants to, except to soothe his own worries and fears, and she wouldn't appreciate his constantly checking up on her.

He's about to open the glass door to the situation room when he hears Michelle calling form across the floor, and he turns. He knows as soon as he sees her face that she's found something, and he immediately detours over to the station she's using.

"What is it, what have you found?" he asks.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle glances around to make sure that no one else is listening. Until she's sure she doesn't want to bring this to CTU's attention.

"I was looking through Palmer's documents and - " she begins in a hushed voice and points at the screen. "Palmer put this here for a reason," she looks up at him, her expression determined. "I believe his assassination is connected to the attacks."

[action_antihero]

Jack leans over her shoulder, looking at the screen. Something about the code--particularly the three-letter prefix--seems familiar, but he can't place it. "You ran this through the database?"

[chelleuncurled]

She nods, "The only matches are inconseqential and the string of numbers aren't the same."