Random 24 thought, fairly spoiler-free.
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Someone really needs to write 24 fic dealing with the 24 hours before Chase and Kim's wedding. And I'm not referring to a WAFF-type fic, either. I mean, straight-up, hard-boiled satire of the TV series.
-- PM 04:22:27
Jack scanned the barren, yellowing streets of Arcadia. If he couldn't find the woman behind the floral arrangements, his daughter's wedding would be ruined, and he'd die before he'd let that happen.
There was no other choice. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed in.
A weary voice answered the phone. "O'Brian."
"I'm calling in a favor: I need you to get a lock on the florist for me. She isn't at the shop, she doesn't appear to be at her home...I need you to pull up digital satellite images of both areas for the last thirty minutes and upload them to my PDA."
"Jack, I can't do that right now. There's too much going on as is--"
"Look, Chloe, I need you to do this, and you're the only one I can trust."
"Jack, I--"
"Just get it done." *click*
Chloe stared at her phone for a second, hooked it back up on her cradle, and with an exasperated sigh, walked over to Comm 5.
--
Jack slammed the man up against the wall of the kitchen and shoved the barrel of the gun up against his neck.
"You served her fish. YOU SERVED HER FISH!"
The man could barely breathe. "¡Lo siento, señor! Ya no creo que--"
"You must've seen the preparations list! You knew she was allergic! Why are you trying to kill her?!"
"¡Basta, señor Bauer! Era ún error, ¡es to--!"
Jack shot a look at the manager, who promptly wilted away, then turned back to the man. Cocking the barrel as it pressed against the man, he shouted, "TELL ME!"
Chase glanced back at the manager and then to his former partner. "Jack, he's going into cardiac arrest! Let him go! It's not worth it!"
Surely enough, the man was collapsing in his hands and slowly falling to the floor.
"Get an ambulance, quick! Someone make sure this man stays alive--"
PM 12:00:00
And so on.
Yes, I'm still working on The Man With Two Hands.
-- PM 04:22:27
Jack scanned the barren, yellowing streets of Arcadia. If he couldn't find the woman behind the floral arrangements, his daughter's wedding would be ruined, and he'd die before he'd let that happen.
There was no other choice. Taking out his cell phone, he dialed in.
A weary voice answered the phone. "O'Brian."
"I'm calling in a favor: I need you to get a lock on the florist for me. She isn't at the shop, she doesn't appear to be at her home...I need you to pull up digital satellite images of both areas for the last thirty minutes and upload them to my PDA."
"Jack, I can't do that right now. There's too much going on as is--"
"Look, Chloe, I need you to do this, and you're the only one I can trust."
"Jack, I--"
"Just get it done." *click*
Chloe stared at her phone for a second, hooked it back up on her cradle, and with an exasperated sigh, walked over to Comm 5.
--
Jack slammed the man up against the wall of the kitchen and shoved the barrel of the gun up against his neck.
"You served her fish. YOU SERVED HER FISH!"
The man could barely breathe. "¡Lo siento, señor! Ya no creo que--"
"You must've seen the preparations list! You knew she was allergic! Why are you trying to kill her?!"
"¡Basta, señor Bauer! Era ún error, ¡es to--!"
Jack shot a look at the manager, who promptly wilted away, then turned back to the man. Cocking the barrel as it pressed against the man, he shouted, "TELL ME!"
Chase glanced back at the manager and then to his former partner. "Jack, he's going into cardiac arrest! Let him go! It's not worth it!"
Surely enough, the man was collapsing in his hands and slowly falling to the floor.
"Get an ambulance, quick! Someone make sure this man stays alive--"
PM 12:00:00
And so on.
Yes, I'm still working on The Man With Two Hands.
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Date: 2005-03-03 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-04 08:36 am (UTC)Thank God for the Internet. :D
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Date: 2005-03-04 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-30 09:22 am (UTC)"Talk, NOW! Is this a Vintage or a Rosé?!"
Chase stands over Jack.
"Jack, he doesn't know anythi-"
"Chase, STAY OUT OF THIS! He KNOWS, and I'm not letting him up until he tells me everything!"(pulls hammer back on the gun)