Pieces (2)

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            "You get more junk mail than anyone I know," Tony commented as he sifted through the stack of paper on the kitchen table.

            "I know. You would think that being dead and then taken by the Chinese would get me off their radar," Jack replied.

            They were quiet for a minute as Jack continued to make dinner and Tony rifled through the mail, checking to see if anything was worth keeping. It seemed Jack just piled it on the table every day and then forgot about it. There was at least two months worth there.

            "Dinner's almost ready," Jack said, his attention on the stove in front of him.

            When Tony didn't respond, he turned around to look at his friend. The other man stood stock still at the table, his back to him and an open letter in his hands. Jack walked around so he could see his face, and he was shocked to see how pale he was.

            "Tony?"

            "I think we have a problem," he said, handing him the letter.

            Jack took it and started to read. As the words began to sink in, his stomach tied in knots and he found it difficult to breathe.

 

 

            Agent Bauer,

 

                        A man who holds nothing close has nothing to lose. After all these years, you have lost much, and have very little left. But those three things that you hold closest to your heart leave you exposed to more pain. Unless you can save them in time.

 

 

I come when called

I never falter

I can be what you ask

What you want

What you need

But I never change

I never leave

 

 

I am a weapon

I am a shield.

I go in first

I follow behind.

I draw fire

I spew it forth.

My blood for yours

And yours for mine.

 

 

I am part of you

And of someone else.

I am never one thing

But always another.

I own your heart

Your soul

Your mind.

But then I leave

I go away.

I run to another

And possess them as well.

 

 

 

            "What the hell is this?" Jack demanded when he had read it through twice.

            "They're riddles. Somebody is coming after you."

            "Who?"

            "I don't know. But they want to hurt you, and it looks like they're going after where your heart lies instead of just killing you."

            Jack sighed in frustration. "But I don't get it. I don't do riddles. These make no sense!"

            Tony took the letter from him gently. "Actually, they do. Just give me a couple minutes. I can figure them out."

            "How?"

            "I used to do a lot of puzzles and cryptology stuff. Now be quiet."

            He sat down at the table, trying to ignore Jack's pacing as he scoured the letter again. His finger ran along the lines and his lips moved as he worked his way through the riddles as fast as he could.

            "The first one's easy," he finally declared. "Chloe."

            "Chloe?"

            "She's your net, Jack. She's always there, always ready to do whatever you need. She'll be an analyst, hacker, field agent…whatever you ask of her. But she never changes. She's always a loyal friend."

            "They're going after Chloe?"

            "Not just Chloe. There's two more riddles, and I'm pretty sure they're not about her."

            "Then who?"

            "Hang on. My blood for yours and yours for mine. That pretty much describes a partner. They sacrifice their lives for each other. I draw fire. Maybe that's not real fire, but bullets. A partner draws fire to keep the other safe and does this by shooting his own gun."

            "You. You're my partner."

            "I haven't been for years."

            "Curtis is dead and Chase is on the other side of the country with a brand new family. You three were the only partners I was ever close to, and you're my best friend. That one's about you."

            "In danger again. Lucky me," Tony muttered.

            "What about the last one?" Jack asked anxiously.

            They read over it again and again, both wracking their brains in an attempt to decipher who the riddle was about. Jack started pacing again, muttering under his breath. Finally, he turned back to Tony.

            "This is ridiculous! It sounds like a demon or something. I own your heart, your soul, your mind and then I run to another and possess them as well? It's like a parasite."

            Tony scratched his head. "What owns your heart? A spouse. You don't have one of those. A child…Kim."

            Jack stared at him. "Does the rest of the riddle fit?"

            "I am part of you and of someone else. She's you and Teri. I am never one thing but always another. That pretty much describes any child. And the last part – that reminded you of a parasite or demon? A daughter rules her dad's heart, soul and mind. And then she gets married and rules another man. It fits. It's Kim."

            "We need to go get them. Now."

            But Tony remained seated, staring at the envelope that the letter had come in.

            "Tony? Come on! We've got to move!"

            "Jack…this letter came two days ago."

            He froze. "What are you saying?"

            "That we have no idea how much time we have."

            Jack closed his eyes and nodded. "Okay. Well, you're here with me. So I know you're safe. Chloe lives nearby. Kim is a few towns over."

            "Is there anybody that can get to Kim faster than we can?"

            He was silent for a long time, his eyes glued to the floor as he tried to think.

            "There's only one person I can think of who lives there."

            "Who?"

            Jack looked up. "Milo."

            "Can we trust him?"

            "I think so. The important thing is that we get Kim out, right?"

            Tony nodded. "Call him. Tell him to get her and meet us at the safe house in Silverlake."

            "I'll call him on the way to Chloe's. Let's go."

 

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            Jack's heart stopped when they pulled up in front of Chloe's house – or what used to be Chloe's house. There was nothing left. Debris lay everywhere, charred, some of it still on fire. Firefighters were already there, digging through the wreckage, but it was clear that if anyone had been inside, they hadn't survived.

            Tony was out of the car immediately, but he stopped when he realized that Jack wasn't with him. Turning, he saw that his friend was still sitting behind the steering wheel, obviously in shock. He raced around to the driver's door and yanked it open.

            "Let's go, Jack."

            "We're too late."

            "You don't know that. You don't know that she was home."

            "I've lost her."

            Tony knelt down and grabbed Jack's chin, forcing him to look at him. "You would know, Jack. If Chloe were dead, you would know it. You would feel it in every nerve and tissue. Stop and feel for a second. Is she dead?"

            He took a few deep breaths, calming himself and letting his body relax just a little. Finally he lifted his eyes to Tony's again.

            "No. She's alive."

            "Good. That means we have to find her. So get your ass out of the car and help me look."

            He got up that time, and the two of them moved onto Chloe's property. Policemen tried to stop them, but backed off once they saw their badges. They moved slowly, picking their way through the debris, looking for any sign that Chloe was there or maybe that she hadn't been there when the bomb went off.

            Straightening from some wood he was examining, Jack stared into what would have been her backyard before the explosion. His eyes swept over it, pausing when he saw a dog pawing at something on the ground. Even from a distance, he could see that the dog's fur was singed and it was limping slightly. The animal whined, scratching against a large piece of wood that lay on the ground at an odd angle. He continued staring until everything finally clicked in his head.

            Jack surged forward, running across the property after yelling over his shoulder to get Tony's attention. As he neared it, the dog backed up slightly, still whining and staring at the wood. Jack reached forward and took hold of the debris, trying to move it, but it was too large for him. Tony joined him, and together they managed to lift it and throw it to the side.

            His heart stopped again as he found himself staring at an unmoving Chloe. Her face was covered in suit and the edges of her clothes were burned, but she looked as though she had missed the worst of it. Bending down, fear choking him, he reached out a hand and felt for a pulse. After a moment, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

            "She's alive."

 

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            Kim sighed as her doorbell rang. She stood up from the box she was emptying and took a moment to survey the room. She had only moved in a couple weeks ago, and she was still unpacking her stuff. But slowly it was starting to look like a real home and she was really quite proud of herself. She was single, but she was making it on her own. She had her own house, she had a great job, and she was speaking to her father again. All in all, things were finally looking up.

            The person at the door grew impatient, and started pounding on the door with their fist. Kim bit back a rude comment and moved down her hallway, wondering who could be so anxious to see her. Her dad would have called first, and there really wasn't anyone else who would come visit her.

            She found herself staring with her mouth open when she opened the door and was faced with Milo Pressman. She hadn't seen him in years – not since the day her mother died. They had met before that of course. He worked at CTU sometimes, and whenever she was there to visit her father, she ended up talking to him because he was the closest to her in age. But she could think of no reason why he would be standing on her doorstep right now.

            "Milo?"

            "Hey, Kim. I need to come in."

            "Why?"

            "I'll explain once we're inside."

            "Why are you here?"

            "Kim, please. This is important. Just let me in."

            "How do you even know where I live?"

            He sighed, realizing that she required some explanation. "Jack sent me."

            Frowning as even deeper confusion set in, she stepped aside and let him in. Closing the door behind him, she led him into the living room, which was still full of boxes. Milo looked around curiously.

            "You just move in?"

            "Yeah. Couple weeks ago."

            He nodded. "Nice. I live a few blocks over. It's a good neighborhood."

            "That's what I heard. Milo, why are you here?"

            "Right. Your dad called me a little while ago. Said you were in danger and I need to get you out of town. We're supposed to meet him and Tony and Chloe at a CTU safe house."

            "Why didn't he come himself?"

            "He was afraid he wouldn't get here in time. I was a lot closer. And he had to go get Chloe. She's in danger too."

            "Anyone else?"

            "Tony."

            "Oh."

            "So we need to go. Now. My car-" He paused as his gaze drifted out the window. He could see his car from there, parked in the driveway. But further down the street, he could also see a blue Lancer. It had been there when he got onto the road, and now a woman was stepping out of it, one he was sure he had seen before in his work at CTU…

            He pulled her to the ground just in time, as bullets came flying through the large picture window. They crawled across the floor toward the kitchen, trying to move quickly without making themselves into targets. When they reached the safety of the other room, they stood, jumping when they heard someone kick down the front door.

            "Is there a back door?" Milo whispered, his gun out.

            "Yeah, but we'd have to jump. They're going to build a deck, but for now it just opens up onto thin air."

            "Shit! Okay, here's what we do. We're gonna move into the room with that door in it, and I want you to open it and then close it loudly. I want her to think we went out that way. If it works, we can sneak out the front."

            "And if it doesn't?"

            "Then we'll be finding out how rusty my aim is."

            Kim led him slowly through the kitchen, pausing when she had to cross the entrance into the hallway. She had no idea if the assassin was still there or if she had moved into one of the adjoining rooms or even up the stairs. If she got to the dining room before they did, they weren't going to be able to protect themselves.

            She peeked around the corner, breathing a little easier when she saw that the hall was empty. Motioning to Milo, she led him across the rest of the kitchen, moving into the dining room. When she saw that that room was empty as well, she picked up the pace, heading straight for the back door.

            She felt Milo grab her before her brain registered the pop. He pushed her to the ground, crying out in pain as the bullet grazed his side and lodged itself in the door. Sitting up, he fired back, forcing the assassin back into the kitchen. Kim opened the door and slammed it while Milo fired again, covering them as they moved out of the dining room through the other door. They walked quietly toward the hall again, listening closely to discern where the woman had gone.

            When they heard the back door open again, Milo grabbed Kim's hand and they slipped out the front door with as little noise as possible. Kim instantly ran for his car parked in the driveway, but Milo pulled her up short.

            "What are you doing?"

            "I want her car."

            "What?"

            "The bitch shot me. I want her car."

            Ignoring her protests, he pulled her down the street, keeping his gun at the ready. When they reached the car, Milo went for the driver's door, but Kim reached it first.

            "You're injured and you're the only one of us that really knows how to shoot. I'll drive."

            He nodded, running around to the passenger's side. As he sat down, he opened his mouth to explain how to hotwire the car, but ended up staring in astonishment as he watched her do it without any help. When the car roared to life, she gave him a small smile.

            "A friend taught me."

            "Thank God for that."

            As they sped down the road, neither noticed Milo's car pulling out of the driveway and following them.

 

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            She sat in the backseat of the SUV, staring out at the apartment building. It had been years since she had seen Tony, and part of her wished that she could show herself to him before finishing this. But her job was simple and the pay was good, and she knew that making herself known to him would only complicate things.

            Turning her attention back inside the car, she reached for the RPG-7 rocket launcher sitting on the seat next to her. She took careful aim, double checking that the other backseat window was already open so that it didn't shatter. With only the slightest second of hesitation, she pulled the trigger and watched as the rocket flew toward its target.

            As people on the street screamed and ran and pointed at the billowing smoke coming from the burning apartment building, Nina got out of the backseat and moved to the front, putting on her sunglasses and driving out of the city.