Gold Teeth did a somersault, too, and landed beside him. Jack knew the man was hurting, but Gold Teeth didn"t give up. He lunged as Jack scrambled across the debris-strewn floor, fumbling for the computer.
The kitchen doors parted and Petey returned, armed with his meat cleaver.
Jack gripped the laptop with both hands and brought it down on the back of Gold Teeth"s head. The man grunted and went limp. Jack looked up to see Petey charging.
Then the Albino started shooting and the dining room exploded in a shower of shattering gla.s.s as the ma.s.sive front windows came down in a deadly hail. Jack rolled under a table as razor shards rained down around him. Petey was struck, a two-foot icicle of gla.s.s piercing the top of his skull.
The Albino shifted fire, peppering the ceiling. The racing plane lurched on the wires, then one wing dipped. Jack knew he was doomed unless he moved.
Tucking the laptop under his arm, he dived through the broken window. The suspended antique airplane came down a split-second later, smashing the tables and sending broken chairs and shattered china rolling onto the sidewalk.
Ears ringing from the noise, Jack stumbled to his feet, tightened his grip on the laptop, and took off. He wanted to go back for the Albino, but he was unarmed now, and he suspected the computer and its contents were more important.
As sirens wailed in the distance, Jack hailed a cab. On the ride back to CTU, his cell phone went off. Jack checked the number, took the call.
"Hi, honey," Teri Bauer chirped.
"Hi, sweetheart." Jack closed his eyes. The adrenaline was still pumping; he struggled to control his tone, make everything sound all right. "It"s nice to hear your voice."
Teri laughed. "It"s only been a day, but it"s nice to know you"re missing me already."
"I am."
"Listen, Jack, I know it"s early, but I wanted to call anyway. I didn"t wake you, did I?"
"I"m up," Jack replied. "It"s actually not that early here."
"Oh, of course, that"s right. The time difference. Well, Kim wanted me to ask a favor. She wants a Coldplay poster from the MTV store. Apparently it"s in Times Square. That"s where they do their live TRL shows - at least that"s what Kim told me. You"ll do that, won"t you?"
"Yeah. Sure." Jack glanced at the pa.s.sing traffic, exhaled at the idea of something so normal, so easy. Buying a poster to make his daughter happy. He smiled. "Anything I can get for you?"
"No, honey. Just bring yourself home in one piece. Okay? Stay safe."
"I"ll try," said Jack. "Things here... they"re a little... disorganized. But I won"t forget Kim"s poster."
"Great," said Teri. "I have to get going, but how"s New York otherwise? Did you go to any nice restaurants yet?"
"Actually," said Jack, "I just came from one."
10:42:41 A.M. EDT.
Central Security Station CTU Headquarters, NYC When he finished rerouting the security links, Tony Almeida closed the panel and rebooted the system. While he waited through the startup procedures, Tony popped the top b.u.t.tons of his black cotton shirt to cool off. Then he began the laborious process of enabling all the new network connections he"d just established, one link at a time. Alarms. Motion sensors. Elevator overrides; all had to be restarted. While he worked, Tony unconsciously rubbed the ragged scar across his chest.
The "program enabled" icon appeared, and soon Tony had real-time images on all twelve security monitors. He observed the parking garage, the lobby, the elevator shaft, the roof, the fire escape through an array of cameras.
"Mr. Almeida?"
Rachel Delgado was there, a Styrofoam cup of coffee in each hand. Tony"s shirt still gaped, and the woman"s eyes widened when she saw Tony"s scar.
"My G.o.d," she cried. "Did that just happen?"
Tony flushed, closed his shirt. "No," he muttered, b.u.t.toning quickly. "It, uh...happened a couple months ago. Down in Mexico."
Rachel looked away. "Sorry, I didn"t mean to pry. You were working behind the console, and it looked like an electrical burn, so I thought..."
"It is an electrical burn," Tony replied.
Rachel suddenly remembered the containers in her hand. "I brought you some coffee," she said. "I didn"t know if you liked it black or with cream, so I brought one of each."
"Thanks," Tony said, accepting the black. "Sit down. Join me."
"Okay," Rachel said, glancing at the workstation. "Wow, you have everything running again."
"Almost everything."
"Is that Con Ed guy on the roof helping you?" Rachel asked.
Tony"s eyes were on the monitor. He"d seen the man in a blue utility worker"s uniform, too, just before the guy had moved out of camera range.
Tony punched up the digital control panel for the roof camera. Using his mouse to move the lens from side to side, Tony scanned the black tarred roof. Soon he spotted the man again - he was was wearing a Con Edison uniform. wearing a Con Edison uniform.
"He looks busy," Rachel observed.
The man"s back was turned. He was crouched at the base of one of CTU"s microwave towers, tinkering with something impossible to see.
Tony frowned. He"d established the network connection to the motion detectors on the roof two minutes ago. Why hadn"t those detectors gone off, sounded an alarm that someone was on the roof? He checked the circuit and got a "network connection lost" message.
Adrenaline pumping, Tony checked the alarm system and received the same warning. Someone had sabotaged the system as fast as he"d gotten it running.
"What"s the matter?" Rachel asked. "You look upset."
Tony jerked his head at the monitor. "The Con Edison guy on the roof. He"s an intruder."
Rachel rose abruptly, spilling her coffee on the concrete floor. "Oh my G.o.d. What do we do?"
Tony reached for the phone.
10:51:23 A.M. EDT.
CTU Headquarters, NYC Jack Bauer had just returned with the laptop under his arm. He went directly to Brice Holman"s office, where Morris was still trying to crack the security on the Director"s computer.
"Almost there, Jack-o," he promised.
Jack"s cell warbled. He dropped the laptop on the desk, reached for the phone in his pocket.
"Bauer here."
"It"s Tony. We"ve got an intruder on the roof."
Jack"s gut turned to ice. "You"re sure?"
"He"s dressed like a utility worker," Tony replied. "But he didn"t get up there by accident. I think he climbed up the maintenance hatch, deactivating the security systems as he went along. I"m down here establishing new links; he"s up there cutting them."
"Do you know his precise location right now?"
"He"s at the base of the microwave tower on the southwest corner of the roof. I can see him because I still have visuals."
"The intruder didn"t disable the cameras?"
"He couldn"t, Jack," Tony explained. "They"re digital Wi-Fi and operate independently, with their own power source. The cameras have no wires to cut, no power source to disconnect. He probably doesn"t have a clue he"s being watched."
"Listen Tony," Jack said. "Don"t mention the intruder to anyone, and don"t set off any alarms. I don"t want to spook this guy. I want him alive, for interrogation."
"Roger, Jack."
"Keep this line open, we"ll talk when I get to the roof."
"Okay."
Jack closed the phone.
"What intruder?" Morris asked.
"Never mind," said Jack. "Give me your weapon."
Morris slipped the Glock out of its holster. "Take it. I hate the d.a.m.ned things. I"m only packing heat because it"s regulation in the field." Morris looked around the office. "If you want to call this thefield."
"Stay here and keep doing what you"re doing," Jack said, checking the weapon. "And when you"re done with that computer, get started on the laptop."
Jack slipped out of Director Holman"s office, Glock in hand.
"Oh, that"s fine," Morris grumbled. "Guns flashing, intruders all over the place, and no one tells me me a b.l.o.o.d.y thing..." a b.l.o.o.d.y thing..."
Jack moved quietly and quickly along the balcony of the Operations Center, careful to keep the Glock low. He found the door to the staircase, and used the universal code key Layla Abernathy had given him to enter the restricted area.
The stairwell was well lit, and stank of fresh paint and industrial-strength cleaning fluid. Jack took the steps two at a time, his heels echoing hollowly in the cavernous s.p.a.ce. He led with the Glock, clutched in both hands.
Jack paused at each landing, wary of ambush. So far, however, the stairwell remained deserted.
Finally, he reached the door to the roof. Jack flattened himself against the wall and slowly turned the k.n.o.b, pushing the door open a few inches. Warm air and bright sunlight flooded through the crack, filling the stairwell. From below, Jack could hear street sounds. With one hand, he drew his cell phone out of his pocket.
"Tony," he whispered.
"I"m here."
"Where is the intruder now?"
"He"s still at the microwave tower, but he"s not crouching anymore. I think he"s packing up to leave."
"Roger," Jack whispered. "Standby."
He put Tony on hold and used his CTU phone"s GPS as a compa.s.s, determining that the southwest corner of the roof was through the door and to the right. Then Jack tucked the cell into his pocket and slipped through the door, stepping cautiously onto the roof. The rubber insulation felt spongy under his feet, but Jack was grateful the material m.u.f.fled the sound of his footsteps.
He moved to the right, until he saw the steel microwave tower, its multiple dishes framed by the gleaming World Trade Center towers in the distance. He crept to a ma.s.sive air-conditioning system, and ducked behind an aluminum vent.
From his position, Jack had a good view of the microwave tower, right down to its concrete base. But there was no sign of the intruder.
"d.a.m.n," Jack grunted.
He flattened himself against the air conditioner, s.n.a.t.c.hed up his phone again. "Talk to me, Tony..."
"He"s moving, Jack. He"s headed to an access hatch on the northwest corner."
Fixated on his target, Jack closed the phone, raised his head over the edge of the air-conditioning unit. Looking to the northwest, he spotted a slight African-American man with black-framed gla.s.ses, wearing a blue uniform, walking toward an outhouse-sized structure projecting from the flat roof. The man carried two metal toolboxes in his hand, a bundle of wire over his narrow shoulders.
Jack took off at a run, circling power units and a skylight to reach a point where he could intercept the intruder. Then, lifting his Glock, Jack stepped into view.
"Halt," he cried. "You are in a restricted area. Drop the boxes and get down on the ground now." now."
The man"s eyes were wide behind his thick gla.s.ses. He immediately dropped the boxes - then he took off, sprinting to the fire escape twenty yards away.
"Stop or I will will shoot," Jack warned, stepping forward. shoot," Jack warned, stepping forward.
The man sped up. Jack dropped to one knee and aimed. At the last second he lowered his Glock, firing at the man"s moving legs.
But just as Jack pulled the trigger, the man stumbled. Instead of hitting his knee, the 9mm bullet caught him squarely in the back of the head. The man went limp, his shattered lenses tumbled over the edge of the building as his corpse hit the roof with a m.u.f.fled thump, his head inches from the ledge of the fire escape.
Bauer cursed.
Glock pointed at his victim, he cautiously approached. Jack didn"t need to check the man"s pulse to know he was dead. The back of his head was blown out, blood and brain matter splattered on the roof. Jack holstered his weapon, bent down, went through the man"s pockets, but found nothing - not even a wallet.
Still crouched, he turned the dead man onto his back. On the man"s forearm, Jack noticed a tattoo of a stylized number 13. He searched the front pockets of the man"s uniform, frowned when he came up empty again.
Then he remembered the steel boxes. Jack rose and turned, his back to the fire escape. He took one step, and a bright flash exploded in his head. He never saw the blow coming. His legs buckled and he crashed to his knees.
Despite the sharp stab of agony that rattled his skull, Jack fought to stay conscious, until a vicious kick to the side of his head sent him sprawling.
A blond man in the Con Edison uniform stepped off the fire escape, rubbing his fist. He glanced at his dead partner, then drew his weapon. The silencer was still attached to the muzzle, and he placed it against Jack"s bloodied temple.
Moaning, Jack coughed. "If you kill me, you"ll never get off this roof alive."
The blond man chuckled, pushed the silencer until it gouged Jack"s flesh.
"Shut up and die," he said.