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[David's Lady]

Hello ladies, it's DL here. I have started a ff, n was wondering wot you lot thought about it. Its set three years after season 3. N there are some new characters as well as the old ones. I hope you all enjoy it!
If any of you have feedback for me, thn please post it in the thread, or PM me.

Luv DL XXXX

24:My Life

Counter Terrorist Unit
Los Angeles
00:00:01, 00:00:02, 00:00:03

Michelle Dessler thumped her desk in frustration. The computer system had been playing up all night and she was not in the mood to deal with another hiccup, minutes before Ryan Chappelle was due to walk in and expect a system download. He had requested one at least once a month, ever since Nina Myers had placed the ‘worm’ in the CTU framework, three years ago.
Jumping up from her desk, she almost broke into a run, to the main system network room. Barging through the door, Michelle believed that there was a malfunction in the server. As she accessed the main control desk, the IT/Comms unit director was oblivious that there was someone else in the room with her. Walking silently up behind her, the ‘visitor’ issued their demands.
“Take your hands off the keyboard and place them in the air.” Her instinct was to turn round, but following the commands; she placed her hands the air. The ‘visitor’ leaned towards her ear. Michelle could feel their warm breath on her neck. Making her hair stand on end, she listened to what they had to say.
“I thought I told you to stay at home, you shouldn’t be dealing with this much stress in your condition.” Turning to face her ‘visitor’ Michelle smiled. It was none other than her over caring husband Tony Alemida
“And I’m sure I told you, that I am only 6 weeks into a pregnancy and quite alright to carry on my duties as IT/Conmms Unit director. SO quit giving me…”He kissed her before she could say another word. Backing her up against the wall, he explored her mouth with his tongue. Her pulse quicken, it could get pretty embarrassing if Chappelle found them making out in the mainframe room.
“Tony, stop! Chappelle is gonna be here any minute and I need to get the system back up and running otherwise he can’t download the last months work.” Tony just ignored his wife’s plea. Kissing her again, she kissed him back, this time Michelle took charge. Staring at the man, who was the most important thing in her life, she playfully pushed him away.
“Now I have to get back to the problem Mr. Alemida. Before our boss arrives and kicks my ass.” He just smiled, kissing her on the cheek Tony left the room allowing his wife to sort out whatever problem that was giving her a hard time.
Walking out with a smile on his face, Tony headed back to his office. But his smile quickly faded. There in his office sat District Division Director Ryan Chappelle. The most hated man in CTU. No body liked him, he was an arrogant son-of-a-b*itch, and all he thought of was how he was going to take credit for all the hard work everybody else did.
“Mr. Chappelle. What do I owe the pleasure?” Tony walked round to his chair. He knew that Ryan loved checking up on CTU’s work. It was just another way he could bounce is weight around.
“If you’re here for the monthly download, Michelle is having a slight problem with the system. It shouldn’t take her long to sort it out.” Ryan removed a standard file from his brief case. Handing it to Tony, Chappelle stood and closed the door.
“I need you to get hold of Jack Bauer and Sophia Marie Stoker. The President would like to speak to them.” Tony stared at the Director.
“Er, well they’re both on vacation. They’re not due back for another week.”
“Are they in the city?”
“I believe so.”
“Have either of them informed you that they were planning on leaving the city, whilst on vacation?”
“No”
“Then I don’t care whether they aren’t due back for another month; Tony I need them both here at CTU within the next thirty minutes.” Tony didn’t like the smell of this.
“What’s this about Sir?”
“Yesterday evening 20:30 our time, a one Private William Matthews was murdered inside the Pentagon,” Tony flicked through the file.
“Inside the pentagon?”
“That’s right. Pvt. Matthews was on guard outside the ‘Vault’?” Tony immediately knew what Chappelle was going on about.
The Vault was where the President held the command codes for the country’s nuclear arsenal. If there was ever to be a situation, then the vault would be opened and the codes removed. However twice every 18 months, the Pentagon went on full lock down. This occurred when the codes were changed. It was to try and prevent anyone stealing the codes and if they some how manage to get them; there would be no way for them to escape because of the lockdown. However in the ultimate reality that the codes were stolen and removed, it could lead to an American instigated nuclear war.
“So why do you want Jack and Sophia?” Tony knew that neither of them were going to be happy about this.
“President Palmer wants them on this case.”
“Ryan there is no case for CTU, a private was shot. From what you’ve said nothing was stolen…” Ryan stared Tony in the face.
“That’s just it Tony. At approximately 22:15 it was reported to the President that the command codes were stolen. We are assuming they are now in the hands of Terrorists, who probably are going to start a nuclear war.”
“With who?”
“Good question. I need Bauer and Stoker in here in the next ten minutes. The President is going to calling.”
Pressing for a secure line, Tony dialled Jack’s cell number

[David's Lady]

Sorry girls, it has to come in instalments, i can't download it all at once. Heres the next bit, sorry its a bit long! DL XXX


Jack Bauer’s Apartment
Los Angeles
00:10:45, 00:10:46, 00:10:47

Jack pushed Sophia up against the bed room door. The skirt she had been wearing was lying scattered over the banister rail. They hadn’t been in the apartment door a more than a minute before Sophia had pinned him and began to kiss him so passionately, it almost felt illegal. She had been teasing him all night. Giving him the eye, he knew when she was after it. Sophia began to chew on her left index finger. Now it was time to give it back, near enough picking her up, he flung her on the bed.
Six years ago, he would have hated himself for doing this. He had felt guilty the first time. Felt that he was betraying Teri by sleeping with Sophia. But there was nothing he could do. She was intoxicating. The difficulty was when Kim found out. His daughter, the most precious thing in his world, had walked in on him and Sophia in bed together. Instead of the screaming and the ‘you’re betraying mom’ speech that he thought he was going to get. All Kim could come out with was ‘It’s about time you got laid” Amidst the laughter, she said would leave the pair to it. Kim had given her consent to the relationship. Now he was happy.
They were having so much fun, that the fact Jack’s cell phone was going off was ignored. Their fun came to a stop when the apartment phone started to ring as well. Collapsing beside his girlfriend, Jack just stared at her.
“You best get the phone. It might be important.”
“We’re on a well deserved vacation. I don’t think Tony would ring either of us.” As Jack finished the sentenced, the answer machine clicked on and low and behold Tony’s voice filled the room.
“Jack its Tony. We’ve got a situation here. I need you downtown within the next ten minutes. You’ll be debriefed when you get here. Oh yea, Sophia you’re wanted as well, so guys please hurry.”

The White House
Washington D.C.
00:20:58, 00:20:59, 00:21:00

Wayne Palmer, Chief of Staff to President Palmer, knocked twice on the Oval officer door, waiting for a response, he went over what he was about to divulge.
“Enter” The President sat behind the famous oak desk. So many men have sat there and decided the fate of some many people. The President rose to greet his younger brother.
“Wayne, do you have anymore information from the Pentagon.”
“I haven’t been able to get hold of the security cameras tapes. The Pentagon is still sifting through them and log books. But what I have managed to do is get a name and some screen caption photographs, from the tapes. We should have the actual tapes with the hour.” The President turned his back to his visitor. In the last first 4years that he had been in power, there had been something that was threatened his people, or him. First it was the attempt to assassinate him. Then there was the nuclear bomb in Los Angeles. The most recent was the virus that had been threatened to be released. He had had enough. Why did people want to hurt his country, what had they done to everybody else? Turning to the coffee table, Wayne was sifting through the various reports and statements that had been coming in since the attack on the Pentagon.
“You said something about a name. Who is it and what do they want with the command codes for the nuclear arsenal?” Wayne passed the President a folder. Stamped with TOP SECRET, Palmer opened it. Inside was the U.S Marines file on a Lieutenant Major Harvey Milton. His record was impressive, serving his country many times. As Palmer speed read his file, something jumped out at him. This man had been captured behind enemy lines. Now the President could be mistaken in to believing that this man could have endure such torture and had broken so they released him, or that other men in his company had rescued him, as he continued to soak what he was reading. It was revealed that Milton had been handed back, without a scratch on him. Not one wound. The enemy were famous for their use of electrocution. But the medical reports show that there was no physical damage to this man’s body. Palmer was tired and don’t in the mood for evasive tactics.
“Why have you given me this file Wayne? What had Lieutenant Major Harvey Milton have to do with the Pentagon break in?” Wayne produced another file. This contained photographs, snap shots of the solider. Wayne began to explain.
“Milton makes his regular visits to the Pentagon every 4 months. He’s the lead officer in the east Intel division. Now at first I thought that there was nothing up with this guy. That a distinguished solider, who holds numerous medals would ever betray his own country” Palmer just wanted the facts.
“Get to the point Wayne.”
“Yes Sir. It has come from reasonable sources out in the Middle East, that while Milton was out on exercise, during the Gulf War, he was playing both sides. He deliberately went behind enemy lines, knowing full well that he would be captured. It was his only way of getting his information to the other side. I’m suggesting that he couldn’t compromise his position with the US.” Paler was furious inside, but as the President, he never let it show.
“What about the other men, where are they now. Have you been able to get in contact with any of them?” Wayne explained that three of the men are dead; they were killed while on exercise with Milton. “However two of them were traced to Fort Presdio, in Los Angeles. I’m going on the next flight down once I’ve cleared everything up here.” The President rose from his seat, as did Wayne. He was due to be attending his Daughter’s seminar at the college, in a little over 21 hours. Palmer couldn’t believe this. Picking up the phone, he spoke to the voice on the other end.
“Lindsey, please make sure that someone notifies Nicole that I won’t be able to make the seminar this evening, something has been brought to my attention. Please tell her that I am very sorry about letting her down." He now wanted to know why one of the most decorated officers in the Marines; it would appear is betraying him.
“How reliable is the information that your have about Milton, when he was out in the gulf. I want to absolutely certain that there are no hiccups with this.”
“I can give you my personal word that the source from which I received the Intel is both trustworthy and reliable.” Palmer stared at Wayne; he had stood by him through everything that had gone on his first term in office. Now he was here again, ready to be his rock.
“I have to make a phone call to CTU; I want Jack Bauer and the B.A.T.U Agent Sophia Marie Stoker on this case. They’re the two people with a situation like this.” Wayne agreed. Heading for the concealed door, Palmer called to his brother.
“Wayne, I want Air Force One ready and operational ASAP.”
“Sir?”
“I’m coming to Los Angeles with you. I want to speak to Jack Bauer face to face.”

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DL XXX

[lostgirl]

It's brilliant David's Lady. Keep it coming!!!!

[David's Lady]

Yay!!! Thanks for the feed back. Here the next bit. ENJOY!!!

Counter Terrorist Unit
Los Angeles
00:27:16, 00:27:17, 00:27:18

As Jack and Sophia Marie walked through the desks and work stations of CTU Los Angeles, they were greeted with the famous stare of Ryan Chappelle.
“I thought I told you two to be here within ten minutes. The President is going to be calling any minute and I need both of you debriefed and up to date.”
“Chappelle do me a favour and shut your trap!” Sophia had a way with telling Ryan to back off. She was English and her accent is what made people listen to her. She was the affiliated agent from the British Anti-Terrorist Unit.
Sophia Marie Stoker was beautiful as she was commanding. At a tender age of 23, she had served 5 years with the British Armed task force, joining at the age of 16. She then was recruited for BATU days after 21st birthday. The guys liked her because she knows how to fire a gun and isn’t afraid of dying and the girls wanted to be her because she didn’t give monkey nuts about hair or make up.
“Agent Stoker, need not that I remind you, you are under my orders as you work for Division.”
“Actually Mr. Chappelle, I work for her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second. My assistance was requested by President Palmer. So I actual fact I don’t work for you. So quit giving me a hard time. Remember one thing Chappelle”
“What’s that?”
“I’m on vacation and am under no obligation to be here.”
Following the much deflated Chappelle to the conference room, Jack smirked at Sophia.
“You sure know how to maKE a guy feel important”
“That’s one of my many talents”
“Don’t I know it!”
Taking their seats around the table, Tony began to debrief the top two agents. Passing around the files, Sophia began to make notes.
“Yesterday, the vault was broken into and the Command codes were stolen.” Sophia hadn’t a clue what anyone was talking about, but Jack was all ears.
“Excuse me? I don’t what to sound stupid or anything but what is the Vault and command Codes. This English girl needs American Translation.” Tony’s wife Michelle explained what had been said.
“The Vault is in the Pentagon. It’s where the President stores the Command Codes for the country’s nuclear arsenal.” Sophia didn’t like sound of what was to come.
“So do we have any suspects? Any idea of who might have been behind this and reasons why they want with the command codes. I’m only speculating, but I’m guessing we’re dealing with terrorists; otherwise we wouldn’t have been dragged out of bed in the middle of our vacation.” Sophia was p*ssed; she had chosen not to take her vacation last year because the President had asked her to help with the security of the Independence Day Parade, which happened to take place in L.A
“That is likely to be the case. But we may not be dealing with foreign terrorist. It could be our own people.” Chappelle stood at the head of the table.
“This is how it is. A Pvt. William Matthews was murdered because he got in the way, which suggests that it’s an inside job. The White House has yet to confirm anything at the present moment.”
“How long have the command codes been AWOL?” Now Sophia was getting read. She wanted dates times, figures, names and facts; she hated ‘I don’t know’ and ‘unsure’.
“At the present moment, 2hours and 50 minutes” Sitting silently Sophia did her thing, as she scribbled notes on her pad, the intercom buzzed. Chloe’s voice filled the room.
“Er…Mr. Chappelle, the President is waiting on line one” Pressing the speaker phone, the most important man at this time command everybody’s attention.
“Mr. Chappelle,”
“Yes Mr. President Sir.”
“I guess that you and your team have been apprised of the situation and its severity”
“Yes Sir we have.”
“Jack Bauer, are you present?” Jack leaned forward. He knew the President well. On a number of occasions, he had allowed Jack to do a number of illegal things, all in the name of National Security.
“Yes Sir, I am. How can I be of assistance?”
“I’m going to be at Fort Presidio within the hour. I would like you and Agent Stoker to meet me there!” Sophia spoke rather loudly, unawares that the President was still on the phone.
“Virginia. Richmond maybe Charlottesville.”
“Excuse me, Miss Stoker?”
“Mr. President, please forgive my outburst.”
“That’s alright. Now what’s this about Virginia?” Sophia explained that with the amount of time that has passed between the codes being stolen, she had roughly estimated that who ever had them, had enough time to get to Virginia.”
“Why would they head out there, when there is an airport minutes away from the Pentagon?” Adam spoke. He was just a computer analyst that somehow managed to get to listen in on the important things. It was Sophia who answered his stupid question.
“Because Adam. If you’ve just stolen the command codes for the United States Nuclear Arsenal, then there is going to be a lock down on every single intercity and international plane leaving. If they head, which I’m pretty sure they have, to Charlottesville, then they had jump on a plane, without any major security checks and be out of the Washington Area within the hour.” It was the President’s turn to talk.
“Agent Stoker, I like your theory. I want you to assign two people who believe are competent enough to handle it. You lead that investigation.
“Yes sir, thank-you.”
“Mr. Chappelle?” the director rose from his chair, believing that he would have the lead over Sophia, he answered his superior.
“Mr. President?”
“I would like you to give Agent Stoker your full support with her investigation. I trust her, and her theory, therefore so should you,” Palmer had added the last part, because if he hadn’t, Chappelle would have over-ruled Sophia on the investigation and Palmer knew it.
“I will be seeing Jack and Sophia within the hour.”
“I look forward to it Sir.” The federal agent, who had been through hell, was the final one to speak. Chappelle wasn’t happy; he had to let Sophia run her theory investigation.
“Right guys let get to work.” Tony dismissed everybody without a second thought to Chappelle.

[David's Lady]

Just a quick question? What do you all think of it so far? N e one have n e feedback

DL XXX

[Lovin~Kiefer]

I think it's da bomb....plz do keep it coming!

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L~K

[Hank's_Hannah]

Really good!!! I like it a lot. You are a great writer, maybe you should thing about sending your stuff to the writers of 24 and give them some more ideas to work with as far as next year. I was pulled into the story line immediatly, and picked up on all of the characters' different attitudes.
Nicely done, it shows that you are a true fan of the show!! Kudos to you!!
K

[David's Lady]

Thank-you soo much for the feed back. Its really great when a writer gets loads of encouragment.

Seen as you all like it, i thort i'd add the next couple of installments. So feast ladies feast. Hope you enjoy it.
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DL XXXX

Charlottesville Air Strip,
Charlottesville, Virginia,
00:30:47, 00:30:48, 00:30:49

Milton walked briskly towards the small plane. He was shaking; so badly that he could barely hold the case. There were no reasons as to why he had turned murderer and traitor. He couldn’t explain it; he didn’t want to try. Apart from the fact that there was a lot of money involved. During his 25 year career, he had witnessed some terrible things. He had even taken part in some things which were never meant to be spoken about ever again.
His counterpart was on time and ready to proceed as planned. Milton was aware that his ‘boss’ was watching him. If Milton was to put one foot out of line, things could get pretty ugly.
“I see that you’ve managed to work out the time.” He hated Ryan; he was a snivelling idiot that should have been shot years.
“Shut your hole, do you have the prize?” Throwing him the box, Milton felt like collapsing.
“Let Him know that whatever he has planned, he had better get it going, because I have a little time before they come after me.” Noting Milton’s remark Ryan climbed aboard the plane. From there he could fly to a different state, swap planes and continue onto a main destination: Los Angeles.

Air Force One
American Airspace
00:31:01, 00:31:02, 00:31:03

David Palmer sat quietly in his office. He knew that what he was going to investigation was not going to be pleasant.
He had decorated half of these men with one medal. He had bestowed to on Harvey Milton. Stretching out in front, his younger brother Wayne sat opposite. Writing a speech for the press, there had to be an explanation for everything, especially when it came to the President.
“I don’t like this David. Claiming that there was an emergency at Presidio is something the press just aren’t going to buy.” President Palmer was sick of ‘making up’ excuses as to why he had to go somewhere that wasn’t on his agenda.
“Hell I don’t know Wayne!” Palmer was tired, he’d had barley any sleep and wasn’t in the mood to think. “What am I meant to say? ‘Members of the press, one of the most decorated Army officers in the US Marine Corp has just stolen the command codes to the country’s nuclear arsenal! I don’t think so Wayne. Mass hysteria would break out with seconds. The press would have a field day if they found out about this.” Throwing the pad to the floor, the chief of staff stood, grabbing the coffee decanter, he poured two large mugs.
“So don’t tell them anything. You don’t have to answer to them. After all you are the President.”

[Hellsbells]

Hi DL,

WOW you are very talented!
I am hooked, more, more..................

;D

[Lovin~Kiefer]

We could have a best writing fan-fic person on our hands

[Hellsbells]

Oh definitely, D L Rocks

[David's Lady]

Wow ladies,
Thanks for the feed back, As you all enjoy the ff so much heres the next instalment.

DL XXX

Counter Terrorist Unit
Los Angeles.
00:32:50, 00:32:51: 00:32:52

Collecting her papers, Sophia exited the briefing room; she had an investigation to run. Heading past Tony and Jack, she knew just the very person for the job.
“Kim, you busy?” The sun-tanned young woman spun round in her chair. Her eyes were imitations of her fathers, sapphire blue, with hints of green. Kimberley Bauer was probably the only person for the job.
“No at the moment. Adam isn’t back from the de-brief yet. Why what can I do to help?” Kim had been given the position with CTU, 3 months after the bomb scare 4 years ago. Some people claim it was because of Jack but most intelligent people understood that she gained her position, when she managed to get the server backup and operational within a ten minute timeframe. Something not many others can do.
“I need someone to help me with an investigation.” Now Kim was confused.
“Investigation? What’s going on? Are we on alert?” Explaining to Kim that the command codes had been stolen and that she had presidential authority to carry out her theory, Sophia required her assistance.
“So what’s the job?” Ushering the eager technician to Sophia’s officer, Kim was given her instructions.
“ I need a full report of all the flights leaving D.C and Richmond Airports and Charlottesville airstrip, within the next, say hour” Scribbling all this down, Kim needed one more thing.
“Sophia, what’s the destination of these flights?” Looking at the female imitation of her lover, Sophia stared at her
“Here, Los Angeles. I have a hunch that hasn’t grown into anything yet. Keep tabs on anything suspicious. You know if they’re taking more than the normal amount of stops, if it’s an obscure time. Anything that sticks out like a sore thumb”
“Who am I looking for? Is there anyone in particular?” Glancing through the files, Sophia realised that there were no names.
“The President didn’t give us a name of any suspects, but I’m guessing that the person involved would be military. Check the login files at the Pentagon. The thief would have to have signed in or out. Snoop around anyone or anywhere that you might think could have a lead” Giving Kim access to her work station, Sophia turned to leave.
“Kim, I don’t want to you to disclose what you’re doing, especially to Chappelle. Be as evasive as you can. If he gets pushy, then tell him to come and see me. Okay?”
“Sure. No problem. I think I can handle Chappelle. I’ll page you when I find anything significant.” Opening the door, Sophia remembered one more think.
“Kim, don’t tell anyone about the destination of the plane. I don’t want people getting panicked. It might be nothing, but like I said it’s a hunch, nothing more.” Reassuring her supervisor, Kim set to work. Leaving her alone, Sophia went in search of caffeine and something to suffice her grumbling stomach.

Private Plane
Tennessee Airspace
00:45:05 00:45:06 00:45:07

His feet were beginning to get cold. He hated that. His whole body would begin to freeze up. Glancing at the cargo in the passenger’s seat, he also knew that it would be a miracle if he was still breathing by the end of today.
The ‘boss’ had approached him, because it was rumoured that he had courage and was not afraid of anything at all. That was prepared in the face of danger; he could stare down the barrel of a gun and not be afraid.
His mission at first had been very different from the one it had received earlier within the week. He was to get them, he was to kill the solider, and it was to be him that they were going to hunt. Noting his co-ordinates, Ryan radioed the international airport, asking for landing permission.
“Tango Charlie One Niner Seven, this Tennessee International, we can give you permission to land. Direct your craft to the south west planning strip. Tennessee International out.” Gripping the controls, Ryan manoeuvred the plane. It had taken him fifteen minutes to get here. But Ryan could tell that it was going to be a long night.

[Hellsbells]

More please D L ;D
How much is there?It's great, you should send it to Kiefer!!!!! He's the exec, sure he'd love to read it, only one problem, what's his e mail ?? LOL

[David's Lady]

Well ladies, as we all know 24 comes in regualr instalments, so here is the last one for this hour. Hope you enjoy it.

DL XXX

Jack Bauer’s Car
Los Angeles en route to Fort Presidio
00:52:19 00:52:20 00:52:21

Music played softly in the car as the two agents sped their way across the highway. Although Sophia had called many women for doing it, she was sat in the passenger seat, putting make-up on and straightening her hair. Even though the President himself would not be dressed in business attire, she felt that there was no other way to meet, possible the most powerful man in the world. As the orange glow of the street lights casted an orange strobe effect across her face, Sophia asked Jack his thoughts and feeling about the event that was unfolding before them.
“I believe that it was definitely an inside job. There is no other way for the ruddy codes to get out otherwise. If they had non military personnel then there would have been no where near the vault, let alone inside the bloody thing.”
“You’re tired.” The statement rang true. She had not slept in what would be two days and now she was working her first holiday in two years.
“I could say the same thing about you jack.” Glancing in the mirror, her eyes were tired beneath the make-up.
“What was you’re hunch? You left before I could find out what that brain of yours had worked out.” Pulling out her file, she refreshed her head with the notes and facts that they had received so far.
“My hunch, it’s nothing at the moment, just something that I’m getting Kim to work on. I don’t want to blab about it, in case I’m wrong.”
“Knowing you Sophia your hunches are what’s going to happen. So come on spill the beans, as you would say” Explaining that she believed the thieves had flown out of Charlottesville airstrip to avoid security, the hunch came in as to where they were flying to.
“It was to be a high profile place. It has to be some where that the military is well known.”
“If you’re running with that idea then it could be anywhere in the United States. We have the choice of loads of bases.” Concentrating on the road, Jack let the conversation slide. It wasn’t because they had nothing to say, or that they didn’t agree, both the agents where thinking through the problem.
Nearing the base, Sophia dug around in her bag for her ID card. As she wasn’t American born and not a member of a federal agency, she had to flash her BATC badge around.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to see some ID” Flashing her badge, the man nodded.
“Lieutenant, Agent Bauer and I are here to meet with the President, will you please tell him that we have arrived” Acknowledging the message, the young man, who was more than likely was bored, stupid, relayed the information. Waiting for a response, the Lieutenant release the barrier and the tow agents entered the high profile base, to start probably the longest day of their lives, again.


International Airport
Tennessee
00:56:58 0056:59 00:57:00

Checking that all contents hand been removed form the plane, Ryan headed towards Customs. Patting himself down, he found the fake passport and military ID that had been sent anomalously in the post.
As Customs and Excise officers finished checking is personal luggage, his cell phone began to vibrate. Excusing himself from the officers, he knew that this call was important.
“Hello?”
“I hear that you have arrived safely in Tennessee. Excellent, once you have cleared C&E, head out towards the public lockers. Find locker 278 inside there will be flight times and a boarding card for you next flight. Don’t be late.” Before Ryan could ask where the key for the locker was, his bad bleep rather loudly as it pasted through the metal detectors. Rummaging through the side pockets, the officer produced a locker key.
“Private, might I remind you that these keys need to be declared before your baggage is but through the detector.”
“Sorry officer. I won’t forget next time.” Collecting the key and his belongings, Ryan headed out towards the main foyer.
“Excuse me Private, but that briefcase you’re holding was not checked.” With his pulse racing and his palms were getting sweaty; Ryan had to think on his feet.
“Officer, the contents of this briefcase is top secret and is for the eyes of the President alone. Even I don’t know what I am carrying. For all I know it could be the orders to have my family murdered.” Ryan could see the decisions going on in his head.
“Alright Private, you can pass, but I need a letter of authorisation, with the next couple of days.” Nodding in agreement, Ryan left the barrier. Heading out towards the lockers with the key in his hand, Ryan was ready for the next step of his job.
Searching them meticulously, the number two hundred and seventy eight jumped out at him like a sore thumb. Checking over his shoulder, to make sure that he was not being watched, he opened the door. Inside were the boarding card and flight times, just as ‘boss’ had said there would be. Collecting the papers, he headed towards the gents rest rooms. Just to change his documents and his clothing.
Checking the stalls, Ryan chose the last one. He had no reason as to why headed for the last one, it was just his way of thinking, the further away from the door the further away form being seen. Undoing the bag, Ryan just stop, he thought he heard something, it was probably just is heart beat, thumping so hard in his chest that, he was sure it was going to break through and land in the bag in front of him. Settling his nerves by checking the stalls once more, he returned to the bag. He had to get hanged and be on the flight in an hour. Pulling out the black jeans and shirt, he went to pull over the t-shirt, when something tight wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t breathe. It was smooth; there was no room for his fingers to stop it. As Ryan thrashed around, his killer yanked harder. With a sharp twist, the thrashing stopped. Ryan was lifeless. Propping the corpse on the toilet seat, his killer changed in the clothes and collected the papers. Producing a key from his trouser pocket, the killer undid the handcuffs that were attached to Ryan.
“Sorry man, but the boss thought you were too much of a reliability. Ciao” Leaving the rest rooms, the man headed for the check in gates. The next stop was Colorado.
Flipping his cell phone open, hitting the speed dial button, he waited for a response.
“It’s been done; he’s no longer in the picture. I’m now ready and awaiting you instructions sir.”
“Did you collect the papers and the passport? I don’t want anything being screwed up. I need this to work, do you understand me?”
Yes sir. I collected the papers and am heading towards the check in desk.”
“Your instructions will be delivered to you when you arrive in Colorado.” The line went dead. Checking his reflection in the window and straightening his tie. The military uniform did look pretty good on him. Handing the make-up caked stewardess his passport, they cleared him or boarding.
“Have a nice flight Lieutenant Matthew. We hope you enjoy Colorado.”

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[Hellsbells]

Kool, thanks D L