8:00 am --- 8:24am
My name is Jack Bower, I am a Federal Agent,
today there is a Presidential Election and someone has
conveniently chosen to attempt an assassination of a Presidential
Candidate. It is my job to stop this.
The following takes place between 8:00am and
Events occur in real time.
Jack drove fast. He was in a hurry to arrive at
his new destination, the traffic was busy, but he weaved his way
in and out of the confused, slow drivers trudging along with no
care in the world. Jack took the opportunity to pap his horn at
everyone who got remotely in his way, and stuck two fingers up at
anyone who tried to cut him up, or maybe even a lucky one-finger
if they actually made contact or distracted him long enough when
giving the two-finger salute that he went off course.
Jack was desperate to make a good impression when
he arrived, which would be fairly shortly now. Today he was
starting a new job-not a job as such, he had worked as a
government operative for twelve years, but now had moved over to
work for an anti terrorist unit called
A red light.
Jack rapped his fingers to the steering wheel
impatiently as the red light hovered and seemed to purposely hold
off from changing, it once went down to amber and quickly
returned to red before anyone could place their foot on the gas.
He looked to his right and saw the traffic around the corner
flowing like a river, with such an ease. He was tempted to stamp
down on the gas and blast his way through the onrushing traffic
(as his car was almost twice the size of anyone else's, it was
compulsory for anti-terrorist unit members to drive around in
gigantic cars which could fit up to eight people in, even when
there's only one person there)-but then he thought this probably
would not be the best idea on a new day of work, when working for
an anti-terrorist unit.
Finally, at 8:02am, the traffic halted to the
right, and the lights went green again for Jack, he stamped his
foot so hard on the gas to move that he nearly broke the pedal;
he raced off quicker than the car to his left.
Jack had got approximately ten yards from the last
stop; he slammed his foot on the brake and halted the car.
Gregory Mace stood at the top of the narrow set of
stairs. He looked down at his busy work force, they were all
working their hands and feet off, all gaining weight munching on
their McDonalds and KFC's whilst on a break from a heavy load of
work sitting on their arses typing into a computer. He hated to
interrupt them on their busy schedule of type, eat, type, eat and
type, followed by more eating…but he had some important
information he had to tell everyone about a new member who would
be joining them from the Homeland Security Department.
"Everybody listen up!" he shouted out to his
workforce, at first it looked as if none of them were even
listening, but it was then made much clearer that they were
actually all finishing a bite of their food and then they all
turned around to face Gregory.
"What's up Gregors?" someone jokingly called up
from behind a desk. This man was a fat man and fitted almost
exactly to the stereotype of Americans, the only difference was,
he was British.
"Be quiet, Eddie. I have news people" Gregory
answered, unscathed by the disrespectful remark from Eddie the
fat British American-stereotype. He began walking down the steps
towards the workforce, who looked worried and eager at the same
time. "Homeland are sending a man over to help us with today's
terrorist threat. His name is Jack Bauer; he is to be assigned to
the protection of Senator David Palma. We all know of the threat
to the possible future President, so we will give Mr Bauer what
and all he needs to keep the investigation going smoothly. Today
is going to be a long day, so if you need the toilet, I suggest
you go now. And all of you hurry and finish your meals, it will
be your last one for a while, we're going to be busy for at
least, say, twenty-four hours. So I'm going to ask you all now,
to focus, it's going to be a long day."
He then turned and headed back up the stairs, into
his big glass-windowed room, which was high above everyone else
so he could look down on them, but they couldn't see him. In the
middle of the room sat his desk, as he reached the desk, he
picked up a remote and pointed it to the window, and like a TV,
they turned black. He quickly then dived into a Happy Meal and
scoffed his face.
David Palma sat in his big black leather chair,
tapping his fingers on his bald head. He was thinking about his
speech later on in the day which he would be giving to get people
to vote for him to become President. There was an odd thing about
David Palma. He was running for President of the United States,
he believed in things most other Presidential electives believed
in, he did the same sort of things that all the others were
doing, but there was something different about him to other
President electives. There wasn't anything odd about him such as
he only had one eye or one arm or he had three heads or anything.
The thing that was different about David Palma was that he was
black…and running for President, something that until now had
never happened because Barack Obama wasn't ready yet.
David had a wife, Cherry, she was his assistant,
and she helped him with speeches and public outings and things.
The room in which they were both sat in was dark, and only lit by
a dim light hung in the corners of the room, the window showed
the bright, bustling city below with car lights sitting on the
road in huge traffic jams, and lights from buildings coming out
where people were finishing off their day of work or in some
windows, people desperately trying to snap pictures of David
Palma and his wife before the Election speech.
"Cherry" David began, he stood up and looked out
of the window, and began to pull faces so the snappers could get
a good photo of him, and then turned back to his wife, who was
sitting behind him with her legs crossed, arms folded in a
"Yes, my dear?" she answered.
"Why are the roads so busy? And why is it so dark?
It's eight in the morning" Mr Palma asked curiously.
Cherry was slightly puzzled and annoyed. "To be
honest, I think you have more fetching things at the minute, than
worrying about traffic and the light."
David turned around and faced his wife once more
and sat back down in his leather chair. There had been a lot on
his mind over the last few days; he had been very stressed of
late, going from city to city desperately trying to get a few
more votes for the election vote that was soon to be happening.
He had just arrived back from Philadelphia after giving a speech
to a very boring crowd who booed him for a while, and then
decided to cheer him at the end.
"I know it isn't important, it just frustrates me
that there are people out there who aren't obsessed about me, I
mean look at those photographers, they're a good bunch of people,
today is the day of the election, people shouldn't be going to
work, they should be completely focused on voting for me"
Mr Palma explained.
Cherry ignored this babbling idiot and started
talking some sense.
"I know, Hunny, I know. Listen, I've written you a
speech, because I know you struggle to dot your I's and cross
your t's at times. So I have done it for you, if you read it
exactly how it is, you will undoubtedly become President" Cherry
Palma answered patronisingly.
"Oh, thank you very much" David answered, he was
easily distracted and easily pleased, he didn't particularly like
all the attention he was getting to be President, and really had
no interest in becoming President. He had initially ran for
President as a joke, as he believed a black man would never get
this far, and now he was worrying that he would actually have to
be the President of the United States.
"There's something else you need to know, David.
There has been a leak from the Anti-Terrorist Unit about a
possible assassination attempt on your life, so watch out for
anyone with any kind of weapon…even if they're holding a banana!"
Cherry warned seriously, she handed a phone to him, out of no
where and said: "It's Gregory Mace, the ATU leader, he has some
David took the phone and walked to the window. He
saw the photographer still taking photos of him, so he slammed
the shutters shut.
"This is David Palma."
"This is David Palma."
"Hello?...Is anybody there?"
"Yes, you idiot, I am David Palma."
"I don't think anyone is there, do you think the
stupid moron accidently pressed the hang-up button?" a voice
answered in the phone:
"It's possible; maybe I just didn't click two-way
"Hello?" Gregory tried again.
"Hello, this is David Palma."
"Ah, we're in business Clo. Mr Palma, my name is
Gregory Mace; I am in charge of the Anti-Terrorist Unit. We have
had rumours and reports of a possible assassination on you later
today. We will be sending a man over to protect you through the
day" Mr Mace explained through the phone.
"How do I know this man can protect me from what
is going to happen? How do I know he's trustworthy?" Palma
"This man has worked for the government for a
number of years, he is the best at the job he does. He will keep
you safe" Mace answered reassuringly.
"Good. Well, keep up the good work" David Palma
answered, and then quickly fumbled over the phone for the hang-up
Kim was a young woman, the daughter of Jack Bower,
she was a very disobedient young woman who would always ignore
her parents. What she was doing up at six minutes past eight in
the morning, she would never know, she didn't work, she didn't go
to college, she just lolled around at her parents' house, eating
their food, using their electricity, wasting their water and just
generally being a slob. But nevertheless, she had woken up, and
could not return to sleep, so she was now up, and for the first
time in her entire life, she began to clean the kitchen.
She turned around and looked at the counter, it
was spotless. Bloody hell, I'm good she thought. But as
she looked properly at the desk, and not at the work she hadn't
done, she noticed a hamburger sitting there, all the fat oozing
out like blood from a wound, the giblets of the poor cow that had
been slaughtered sat in its rendered animal fat, slobbering all
over the desk.
"Where did that come from?" she asked herself. She
looked on the table in front of her (having completely looked
past that to see the desk with the hamburger on), it was now full
of every single pot and pan, plate, piece of cutlery and trays
that she had used the night before but not washed up.
"I can answer that for you, young lady" a deep
mysterious voice said from behind her.
Kim span round on her heels to see a man dressed
like a clown. He stood there, nearly six feet tall, wearing a
banana yellow suit from neck to just below the knees, it was
zipped down the middle with a huge letter "M" on his left breast.
The top was sleeveless, and underneath he wore a red and white
hooped shirt and bright yellow gloves on his hands. He wore blood
red flipper boots which were clearly too big for his feet. His
socks were very much the same as his under shirt, which had red
and white hoops. His face was a typical clown face, as white as a
tin of white paint (the inside), with red lipstick around his
mouth and an afro-like hairstyle which was also red.
"Who are you?" Kim demanded.
"My name is Ronald" the clown answered, "Ronald
"Okay, Mr McDonald. And what would you want in my
house?" Kim asked fiercely.
"Funnily enough," he began, and the huge clown
smile around his mouth became even wider as he started to
actually smile. "You."
"What do you want with me? I'm not a five year old
who has booked a clown for my birthday party" Kim said.
"Oh, my mistake. Eat that Big Mac anyway" Ronald
suggested calmly. Kim stupidly fell for the 'mistake' by Ronald
McDonald and began to munch on the more-filthy-than-a-toilet-seat
Big Mac sitting on her counter.
After nearly four full bites, Kim began to feel
sleepy and dizzy, the clock on the wall began to spin around, but
the hands stayed where they were. She then fell back and hit her
head on the floor.
Ronald then put his right hand in his pocket and
dialled a number.
"King, I have her, make sure the Colonel is set
for the rest of the plan."
ATU and Jack Bower
Jack walked in the building, it was very tightly
secure, the car park alone, his entire car hand been searched, he
had been stripped to his underwear and searched, and then parking
his car had been a nightmare. He had to drive all the way to the
top of the car lot to find a parking space. Once he had finally
found a parking space, he then had to walk down five flights of
stairs, and eventually met security.
"I'm Jack Bower, I'm here for a meeting with the
ATU leader, Gregory Mace" Jack told the security guard. The guard
was fat, and eating a donut, he didn't even look up until he had
finished eating his donut.
Considering the amount of security the car park
had had, the amount of security surrounding this man was
extremely low. He just pointed his thumb down the hall to glass
doors. Jack accepted this as an invitation to just walk on, so he
did. He walked down the boringly covered walls, with no windows
and now paintings, just pure blue paint.
He was met at the end of the corridor by a man; he
was tall, with very little hair on his head, he wore a ground
brown suit and black shoes.
"My name is Gregory Mace, are you Jack Bauer?" the
tall man asked.
"No. I'm Jack Bower, not Bauer" Jack
answered frustratingly, he was often getting confused with this
Jack Bauer, but he had no idea who he was, he liked his name of
Jack Bower, and did not like it when people assumed he shared the
name with the character he had no idea about called Jack
"Oh, that is my mistake. Anyway," he began,
turning to his right, another man approached, as well as a woman.
The man had dark black hair, and wore a dark navy suit, the woman
was just in a white blouse unbuttoned three or four buttons down.
Her face was very pretty, but she had a sort of evil look to her.
The man was clearly of an Asian origin, as he had wide eyes.
"This is To Knee, and Nina Mimers" he said, pointing to the man
and then the woman.
"Hi" they both said together.
"Oh, and that man there, dressed in the funny
animal suit, is Larry. Don't take any notice of him, he likes to
dress in animal clothes every now and then because he's an animal
lover, I think he's sporting some kind of mole today" Gregory
explained, Jack looked over, and this man was sat behind a desk,
clearly outstanding, sitting there in a huge mole
"Oh" was all Jack could say.
"We have reports that the Presidential candidate
is going to be assassinated today. We believe that this has been
helped by someone in a Government agency, like ours. We believe
someone on the inside of the Government is helping the
masterminds behind the assassination attempt. We are under the
impression that there is a mole in this very terrorist unit"
Gregory began to explain, at this very moment, every body but
Gregory slowly turned their heads to Larry the Mole with a slight
suspicion. Gregory noticed that they all turned to Larry and
looked puzzled. "What's so interesting about Larry?"
"Has it occurred to you that Larry is the
mole?" Jack asked sarcastically.
Gregory ignored this remark and continued talking.
"We believe the final assassination will take place at some point
today, we are not sure when, but the Elector-to-be has a speech
in approximately fifteen minutes. So we are suspecting the
terrorists may attempt something then. We are going to allow you
to interview our workers, you may use whatever technique you
like, we must find the mole within our ranks, in order to find
out who is behind the hit and then we must do our best to save
David Palma's life."
"Right, let's get started" Jack said, he looked
directly at Larry. "I'm going to start with that man" To and Nina
both had cheeky grins across their faces.
"Once you have found the mole, Jack, I'm going to
need you to run down to the town hall where Palma is giving his
speech" Gregory added hurriedly, before walking off.
To and Nina dragged the Mole loving moron into the
questioning room and sat him down. Jack sat opposite him and
crossed his arms. The fat man (Jack was sure he would be fat
underneath the suit) was trembling with fear.
Jack simply asked one question.
"Are you the mole?"
The man trembled with his answer, but eventually
it fell out of his mouth, along with a ball of slobber.
Jack nodded, and signalled To and Nina to return,
they took the man in the mole suit away.
The door shut and locked behind them. It was at
this moment the day began for Jack, it was the moment which would
involve him in more ways than he would wish to imagine. The phone
Jack picked it up.
"Hello?" the voice said.
"Hello, this is your mum speaking, you're dad
forgot to bring the washing in again, can you not have a word
But Jack hung up, as he thought this was not
important enough to matter, and then the important moment
actually arrived for him. The phone rang again, and he picked
"Jack Bauer" the voice said. Jack was very
irritated at this.
"Bower!" he snapped.
"Jack Bower, I know who your mole is, and I have
your daughter hostage. My name is The King; I am part of a group
that does not want the waste-of-space to be elected. If David
Palma is elected President, it will be the biggest shame we have
ever seen. We require this man to give a speech about our
products, once this is done, we will release your daughter
unharmed. Once the message is delivered to the public, it will be
too late to stop us, and there will be nothing the great Jack
Bauer can do about it" the voice spoke.
"Jack Bower!" Jack screamed.
"No, no, I mean Jack Bauer" the voice answered,
"Oh, okay. Fair enough. What do you want me to
do?" Jack asked.
"We need you to get to Mr Palma," the man began,
"Send him one of our freshly made products. You will find one of
our products hidden away in the draw you are sat at. The Mole
positioned it there for us. We want you to take this item to
David Palma and make sure he reads the message inside. You will
then make him deliver the speech and sell our product. The latter
will of course be easy, because the food contains a drug which
will make him do anything you say. So all you have to do is get
the message there to him, and he will do the rest. Do not open
the package until you get there."
Jack pulled the draw out quickly and saw a
Boneless Banquet sitting there, still warm. Jack quickly picked
the package up and stormed out of the room (it had in fact not
been locked, Jack had just thought wrong). He quickly walked up
to Gregory who was talking to a colleague. Jack looked on the
tables around him and thought how sorry he was to be American; he
saw wrappers and rubbish all over of fast food junk which had
obviously been consumed by all the soon-to-be fat people working
for Anti-Terrorist Unit. He grunted in disgust.
"Gregory, I haven't found your mole" Jack began,
but then he looked closer at Gregory's face. "It's there under
"Not that mole!" Gregory answered, annoyed.
"Anyway, that's not the point. I haven't found
them; I think I can give you information you need though. I just
received a phone call, I can't tell you anything about it, but
the man addressed himself as The King, I think you should
look up all known addresses of people called King, and any other
link you can think of. The future President is in danger, I must
get to him before he does his speech" said Jack.
"Why are you holding a KFC Boneless Banquet?" To
"I'm hungry" Jack answered and he walked away from
the meeting back to his car.
David Palma and Jack Bower
Jack pulled up at the town hall where he was meant
to meet David Palma. There, again, was a lot of security, but
Jack showed a badge, which basically meant he was allowed to go
on without being checked or searched. He reached David Palma
within a minute of arriving there. He was alone, reading the
speech his wife had written him earlier in the day.
"Sir, my name is Jack Bower" Jack began, Mr Palma
didn't look startled, it was as if he'd been awaiting him.
"They told me your name was Jack Bauer" Mr Palma
"No, no, no. Just Jack Bower" Jack answered.
Before the idiotic President-to-be could get into an argument
about Jack's name, Jack spoke. "Sir, I have a parcel for you, it
is from people I know."
"Hang on one minute, Jack. I need the toilet"
David Palma said, and he quickly ran out of the room.
David Palma returned a minute or two later, and
sat back down again. Jack tried to continue with his speech, but
David Palma just took the Boneless Banquet and opened it.
"You wish me to read a message about making all
Americans eat McDonalds, Burger King and KFC?" David Palma asked
"Not me, Sir. They have my daughter hostage. Hang
Jack took another look at the box, and then
recalled what he just said, and then something occurred to him.
He quickly pulled out his phone, but before he could start
dialling a number a ringtone started calling out.
Around a Mexican hat
And that's the end of that
Or is it I guess I'll keep singing
My cell phone appears to be
"Oops…that's me" Jack told David Palma. He
answered the phone; it was Nina from the ATU.
"Jack, we have found the King you spoke about. We
are sending a team to them now. They are all at your location,
the King, Ronald McDonald, and The KFC Colonel. We sussed out
their plans, do not let David Palma give the speech about the
food, you must hold off the speech for as long as you can, until
we arrest the terrorists."
"Sir, don't-" but it was too late, David Palma had
taken several bites into the banquet and clearly loved every bite
"This is delicious, where did you get it?" Palma
asked, desperate for more.
"Never mind that, Sir. We need to stay in here for
now, you can't go and give your speech until I have authority"
Jack answered dismissively.
"My speech is in exactly four minutes, I have to
be out there in four minutes" Palma told him.
Another call came.
"Get him out there now!" the voice said, this was
a joking voice, which Jack suspected was that of a mad seductive
"I'm on my way out now, don't harm my daughter"
Jack instructed. "Come on" he said to David Palma, helping him
"Make sure he has the speech prepared---oh
buggar," the clown began, but he halted at the sound of screaming
behind. "Don't shoot, or the girl gets shot!" Jack heard a gun
shot, but then he heard screaming from a girl, so he knew Kim was
"Daddy!" she screamed pathetically into the phone,
"Step away from the phone young lady."
"Kim, are you safe?" Jack screamed.
Jack turned David Palma to the left, towards the
place where he would give the speech, but he was halted by a
woman standing there, he dropped the cell phone. The woman was
holding a gun, and pointing it at Jack and David Palma.
"Damn" Jack said.
"Out the way, Jack. You've found your
It was then that Jack realised who this woman was.
It was Nina, from the Anti-Terrorist Unit. What was she
"I hired those buffoons to do my dirty work, to
get me close to David Palma, so I could assassinate him myself.
And when I got you here, all I needed was to tip the authorities
off, and get here myself" she began to explain, Jack
"That's a point, how did you get here so
"Everything in this state is two minutes away from
everything else" she answered dismissively, still wafting the gun
in their faces.
"I'm not going to let you shoot David, Nina" Jack
"Oh" she replied sadly, "just in the leg?"
"Then I will have to shoot you too" she answered.
But whilst Jack had distracted her with this question, he pulled
his own gun out and fired at Nina. She wasn't badly injured, just
a bullet to the arm. The gun in her hand fell to the floor and so
did she. She quickly picked it up and ran out of the building.
Jack ran after her.
"Stop!" he screamed.
"Never!" she answered back. She reached the main
doors, and shot at the window in the door, it shattered
everywhere, and the guards either side fainted with shock. Jack
She froze on the steps, and turned to face
"Don't move, Nina! You're surrounded" Jack looked
up, and saw that she was surrounded, but not by the thing he'd
want. She was surrounded by the crowd awaiting David Palma's
speech. Nina quickly turned again and shot randomly at the crowd.
A woman collapsed to the floor.
Nina disappeared into the crowd.
Jack ran down to the crowd to see if the woman was
"Jack!" she called out as he approached.
"Terry?" Jack answered, as he recognised this
voice. It was his wife. His wife had been shot between the eyes,
but was still breathing slightly.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"I came to see David Palma" she said, but then her
head collapsed on the floor.
"Noooooooooooooooooo!!!" Jack screamed into the