Day 2, Second Hour // Video

[out_of_time]

[Jack is sitting somewhere dark, wearing a black jacket and blue jeans. Beside him is a shining, albeit somewhat dented silver trophy- the Stanley Cup of hockey. Behind him is a screen showing a news report about a series of murders, assaults, burglaries and arsons targeting organized crime both in the City and New Jersey. The acts have been attributed to rogue Import ex-cop Jack Bauer.]

This thing was stolen sometime in April. [Looks at Cup, back at camera] I got it back earlier this month. It will be heading off where it belongs soon.

Honestly, I don't even care about hockey. [shrug] And I know there are bigger priorities around here than recovering stolen property. I took this back because it was the right thing to do. I also did it to make a point.

[Jack leans forward a little, looking earnest.]

The point is there's more we could be doing here. We could be doing more about the murders, the acts of terrorism. About how the government has been corrupted and infiltrated, about how people are attacking us on the streets. We could be pushing more, going further, hitting harder.

[Behind Jack, the news is interviewing the tearful widow of someone he's supposed to have killed. If Jack notices, he doesn't show it.]

In order to get this Cup, I broke into a man's home based on information I got off the street. I held him at gunpoint when he came home with groceries. Then I broke his window and destroyed a car to get myself out alive. Now, I can live with that because I know worse things happen in the City every week, and that something has to be done about them. And because I know it worked.

If you think you can live with that too, contact me privately. I've got information.

[ voice; ]

[excruciate]

[ Tap, tap, tap. ]

Mm.

[ A beat. ]

What do you know of monsters?

Ｃｉｎｃｏ [Audio] Anya's comm

[aranya]

[ Blankets Shuffling.

every day she's shufflin'

And then a grunt. ]

Wow.

...


I feel like I just slept for a week.

[ A beat. She's checking her phone. Another wow can be heard. ]

Scratch that, almost two weeks? I'm never going to that Chinese place again.

So, um, what's going on everyone?

Eighteenth Concept Δ Video

[backatthehotel]

[Hey, look who's back! It's the Nazi the other Nazi go to hell, you can't prove anything musician with the bad taste in footware! He's looking mighty chipper, isn't he? Apparently wherever he disappeared to this past week and a half, it wasn't that bad.]

So, here's a question. What do you do when you got a friend, a dear best mate, who apparently didn't feel the need to share an important milestone with you?

Beside public shaming, of course.

[He smirks and takes a sip of his beer, then a drag off his cigarette, blowing a series of smoke rings before he starts talking again. ]

Ziggy Stardust. I know it was your birthday. I got you presents. And if you give me a good enough reason why you didn't tell me about it, I might not even tell everyone how old you are.

[Oh! And since he's here...]

Molly, love. I got you some things, too.

twenty-one Ϟ voice

[currentcy]

That party I mentioned, for, y'know, it's still on, I've just been... [ He clears his throat, and breathes slowly. ] I'm going to say July 3rd. Just misses the holiday, come find me if you knew the Pro and like booze. Or just like booze. Whatever.

[ And a pause. ]

Has anyone seen the Hood? Or Piper, maybe?

If you can hear me answer your damn phone. Where are you?