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capeandcowllogs2012-04-18 09:58 pm
inthenickoftime) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-04-18 09:58 pm
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you're going to have to come with me
WHO: Nick Angel and Jack Bauer
WHERE: Jack's House
WHEN: Back dated to Saturday, April 14th - Afternoon
SUMMARY: Nick's got an arrest warrant and it's time to take Jack downtown.
WARNINGS: Uh probably violence.
FORMAT: Para
That they still called the police service 'The Force' here in the city was something Nicholas Angel couldn't quite shake, lately - the solid press of the gun at his side a constant reminder. He'd had no trouble finding Jack's house. The information was all on file, and this particular house had a long history. He'd known it was necessary as soon as noon had rolled by and Jack's office had stayed resolutely empty - the man was never that late. He had to know about, or at least suspect, the warrant that had been issued for his arrest. It burned a hole in Nick's pocket as he stood well down the street for several long minutes, watching the door.
He was breaking procedure, himself, coming here with no back up... But he'd admired Jack, when he met him, and part of him admired him still. There was a chance he could bring him in quietly, if Nick could just talk to him one to one. There was a chance Jack would listen to reason and turn himself in. (But he knew, part of him knew, that if that was true, Jack would have come to work that day.)
Taking a long, deep breath, Nick steeled himself and walked down the remainder of the street, right up to the door. The fact that he was thankful for the sure weight of the bullet proof vest under his uniform was telling enough. The notebook in his breast pocket was a further sure comfort.
He raised a fist and hammered upon the door with a sure, clear knock.
"Sir?" Voice raised so he could be sure it would be heard well into the house, "It's Angel."
WHERE: Jack's House
WHEN: Back dated to Saturday, April 14th - Afternoon
SUMMARY: Nick's got an arrest warrant and it's time to take Jack downtown.
WARNINGS: Uh probably violence.
FORMAT: Para
That they still called the police service 'The Force' here in the city was something Nicholas Angel couldn't quite shake, lately - the solid press of the gun at his side a constant reminder. He'd had no trouble finding Jack's house. The information was all on file, and this particular house had a long history. He'd known it was necessary as soon as noon had rolled by and Jack's office had stayed resolutely empty - the man was never that late. He had to know about, or at least suspect, the warrant that had been issued for his arrest. It burned a hole in Nick's pocket as he stood well down the street for several long minutes, watching the door.
He was breaking procedure, himself, coming here with no back up... But he'd admired Jack, when he met him, and part of him admired him still. There was a chance he could bring him in quietly, if Nick could just talk to him one to one. There was a chance Jack would listen to reason and turn himself in. (But he knew, part of him knew, that if that was true, Jack would have come to work that day.)
Taking a long, deep breath, Nick steeled himself and walked down the remainder of the street, right up to the door. The fact that he was thankful for the sure weight of the bullet proof vest under his uniform was telling enough. The notebook in his breast pocket was a further sure comfort.
He raised a fist and hammered upon the door with a sure, clear knock.
"Sir?" Voice raised so he could be sure it would be heard well into the house, "It's Angel."
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