July 6th, 2012.
CTU: LA.Chicago, Boston, Houston. Now Las Vegas. Of course the alert level was at its highest, but what did that matter? They could pretend they were going to stop every attack, or they could give up, go home and wait to die
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"Stephen, come on. Trust me. You can handle this. I really need you to be at your station right now, man--we can talk later."
He hands Stephen the box of tissues on his desk and buries his face in his hands. Jesus.
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The servers keep freezing and nothing anyone's doing is making much of a difference.
They've picked up more chatter and none of it makes sense and Las Vegas was just hit. All around her she sees the reports and has this sick guilty feeling like she should have been there and should have done something. It's not like China; the enemy is not at all clear.
And then there's that little knot of emotion in her head that represents Behrooz and something's wrong but that doesn't make sense either and all she can hope is that he's not involved in all of this.
She picks up the phone and dials Chase.
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"God damn it, I need those files de-scrambled. Right. Now." She doesn't need stupid little pimply-faced hack3rz having issues with their jobs.
"If you get me that Comm link, then maybe we can salvage this, AND save some other city another terrorist attack."
Chloe's mind flashes back to when this girl was hired. PoB: Reno, Nevada. Oh shit.
"Look, take a minute. Go to the bathroom, splash some water on your face. Go. Now." Chloe points the newbie to the bathroom. "Stephen, get over here. Take over for Chandra for a few minutes."
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He picks up the ringing phone. "Kim? What's up?"
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