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“Hasan?”

“Leave me.”

“Master. Such behavior is unseemly. This is a setback, not a defeat.”

The chair spun on its axis. Hasan faced the architect. “I have just learned that the communications center in Tijuana was destroyed hours before the virus was to be unleashed. The authorities have rescued the hostages, and CTU has captured Abigail Heyer—alive.”

“She knows nothing—”

“She knows enough. But I do not care about the

“We will survive,” Sanjore cried. “No one knows your true identity. No one could possibly know of this place. Even if that foolish actress implicates Nikolai Manos, who will believe her? The Old Man on the Mountain will endure.”

Hasan seemed mollified by Sanjore’s words, but a shadow of doubt crossed his face. “We have lost as
sets. Irreplaceable assets . . .”

“A mere setback. We can rebuild. The vision has not died.”

“But if I am exposed?”

“Then you shall continue your operations in secret, from this very base of operations. Do not forget that a great portion of your wealth is intact, unreachable in a Swiss account.”

“But we have lost so much.”

“But not all, never all. You are still alive, Hasan. And alive, you can still fight. The Americans, the Russians, they cannot harm you as long as you remain hidden in this impenetrable fortress. In time, from this secret place, we will again launch an attack.”

Hasan pondered the man’s words. “You restore my faith, Nawaf. Truly you are the most loyal and valuable of my followers.”

Nawaf Sanjore’s heart soared at his master’s compliment, rarely given. He bowed deeply.

“I live to serve you—”

The architect was interrupted by explosions, screams, gunshots. Then an amplified voice boomed throughout the underground cavern.

“This is CTU. Lay down your weapons. You are surrounded and cannot escape. Surrender now or you will be shot.”

Richard Walsh turned off the recorder, sat back in his chair. Jack Bauer stifled a yawn, fought back the throbbing pain behind his eyes. His black battle suit was scorched and he still smelled of cordite hours after the raid had been successfully concluded.

Walsh opened a file on the table in front of him. He leafed through it, shook his head. “There’s evidence that Manos had contact with Hugh Vetri, the murdered producer. They worked together on a number of charities, and last year Vetri accompanied Manos to Eastern Europe to tour some of the refurbished film studios.”

Jack nodded. “I think Manos tried to brainwash Hugh Vetri, but it didn’t take. Maybe because Vetri had a wife and a family, something to live for beyond himself. In that sense Vetri was different than Ibn al Farad, Richard Lesser, Nawaf Sanjore, Abigail Heyer, maybe more grounded in reality. I think Vetri resisted Hasan, and he was murdered.”

“The LAPD found hundreds of personal files in Vetri’s computers,” said Walsh. “At his Summit Studio offices and his home. He was big on investigating the people with whom he intended to do business. That’s most likely why he had that file on you, Jack— he was trying to find someone he could trust to tell the things he’d learned about Manos, about Hasan. Lesser somehow supplied Vetri with the data disk as a way to lure CTU into the case.”

“That makes as much sense as anything,” Jack replied.

“I’m going to debrief Tony Almeida next,” said Walsh. “Chappelle tells me I should reprimand him for disobeying a direct order, staying behind in Mexico for no other purpose than revenge.”

“Chappelle’s got it wrong,” said Jack. “Lesser was sent to us by Hasan to divert our attention away from his operation in Mexico. His plan would have worked if Tony had listened to Chappelle. The midnight virus would have been unleashed from the command center in Tijuana, and Hasan would have been able to coordinate and direct continued assaults against the country from his secret base on the Avenue de Dante.”

Walsh slipped another file from the bottom of his stack. “I have something else here you might find interesting. Washington has run an extensive background check on Nikolai Manos and came up with a dossier. Are you curious about their opinion, Jack?”

Bauer did not reply so Walsh pressed on.

“According to Langley, Nikolai Manos was born somewhere in Eastern Europe, probably Chechnya, but no one really knows. In the chaos following the first Chechen insurgency, Manos was orphaned and became a refugee. At the age of nine, he was discovered by a wealthy Greek family who adopted him. While our knowledge of his adopted family is extensive, we don’t know much about his real parents, except that they were murdered by the Soviets when he was still very

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young. The analyst who reviewed the data believes Manos was seeking revenge against the Russian people for their crimes against the Chechens. That’s why he wanted their First Lady—to humiliate and intimidate the hated Russians. What do you think?”

“I think the analyst missed the boat.”

“Excuse me?”

“Manos ...Hasan. He’d gone beyond mere re
venge. He was setting himself up as a religious leader, a living god. He found his model in the medieval Islamic leader, but he was no Muslim either. Hasan was building a brand new religion, a faith he hoped would outlive him.”

Walsh stroked his moustache. “Did he succeed?”

“Manos refused to surrender—killed himself in the bunker along with Nawaf Sanjore—so I think we stopped him in time. But maybe not. If his disciples survived ...if there is even a single follower left, then his religion lives on as well.”

Walsh shifted, uneasy with this idea. “Well, there were a lot of deaths in that auditorium but CTU saved the lives of most of the hostages, not to mention some of the country’s most beloved stars.”

“There’s only one star on my mind now,” Jack replied.

Walsh understood his meaning. On the wall in the lobby of CIA headquarters at Langley, Virginia, there hung more than seventy stars—all of them anonymous—one for each of the CIA operatives who died while serving their country. Behind a glass case, the Book of Honor held some of their names. Other identities were still classified. Though Fay Hubley’s name and her service would probably not be revealed for decades, Walsh had no doubt her star would shine continually in the minds of her colleagues.

Jack yawned, massaged his forehead.

“You know, Jack. It sounds simplistic but I always felt that family was the only thing in this world that kept me grounded in reality, that kept me sane, and this operation certainly doesn’t dissuade me from that notion.”

“Sir?” asked Jack, the endless day finally catching up to him.

Walsh closed the file. “Go home, Jack. Kiss your wife and hug your daughter. Have a nice dinner with your family and play chess with Kim.”

“Thank you sir, I think I will.” Jack rose from the table.

“And Special Agent Bauer . . .”

“Yes, sir?”

“Take tomorrow off.”

The author sends out a hearty “w00t” of thanks to Sharon K. Wheeler, software engineer (and mainframe maven), for her helpful guidance in all things digital. If there are any errors, or if literary license was taken in the depiction of computer technology in this book, the responsibility falls entirely with the author.

Special thanks to Hope Innelli and Josh Behar of HarperCollins for their vision, guidance, and personal encouragement. Thanks also to Virginia King of 20th Century Fox for her continued support.

Without the groundbreaking, Emmy Award-winning “24” creators, Joel Surnow and Robert Cochran, and their talented writing team, this novel would not exist. Special thanks to them and also to Kiefer Sutherland for breathing life into the memorable character of Jack Bauer.

Finally, a personal thank you to my literary agent, John Talbot, for his ongoing support. And a very special thank you to my wife, Alice Alfonsi. A guy couldn’t ask for a better partner—in writing or in life.

MARC CERASINI

MARC CERASINI’s writing credits include
The Complete Idiot’s Guide to U.S. Special Ops Forces and Heroes: U.S. Marine Corps Medal of Honor Winners
and several projects for Tom Clancy, including creating the bible for the Clancy Power Play series, writing the YA action/adventure thriller
The Ultimate Escape
for Clancy’s NetForce series, and writing a major essay on Clancy’s contribution to the technothriller genre for the national bestseller
The Tom Clancy Companion.
Among the movie tie-in novelizations Marc has written are
Wolverine: Weapon X
, based on the popular X-Men series; the
USA Today
bestseller
AVP: Alien Vs. Predator
, based on the motion picture from 20th Century Fox; as well as five original novels based on the Toho Studios classic “Godzilla,” and co-authored (with

J.D. Lees) a nonfiction look at the film series,
The Official Godzilla Compendium.
Marc’s other credits include the book
24: The House Special Subcommittee Investigation of CTU
, which he co-authored with his wife, Alice Alfonsi.

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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