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Five minutes later, Bauer and Walker are en-route to Schector's office. Renee presses Jack for a little more back-story on Schector and Almeida, which he gladly gives up. Renee senses Jack still doesn't believe in Tony's complicity, and he confirms that he now believes Tony is alive, but is still not convinced he's working for the bad guys. Miraculously, they pull up to the office on "Naylor Road" just as Jack finishes delivering his line.

At the White House, President Taylor and Secretary Stevens are discussing their post-invasion plans. It seems Stevens objections are along the lines of "Better the devil that you know" cynicism. He is worried that Prime Minister Matobo's men will just slaughter General Juma and his regime before justice can be administered in a court of law. I guess that makes him a cynical idealist? President Taylor apologizes for "dressing him down" earlier and assures him she'll work with Matobo to make sure the rule of law prevails. They are interrupted by Ethan Kanin, who informs them of Aldrich the writer's plan to delay his criticism. Score one for the First Hubby!

In the office building on "Naylor Road" (can you tell I'm not letting this one go?), Jack and Renee question smug, scarry-face Schector. (What is UP with this show and it's stock villains in early episodes?!) Scarry Face is an insufferable prick and refuses to talk. Eventually, Agent Walker starts to see the benefits of living in Jack-land and authorizes him to do "whatever it takes" to get Schector talking about Almeida. Jack springs to action with the nearest ball-point pen. Schector must have been one of those guys that blacked out at a frat party in college and woke up with penises scribbled all over his face with a permanent maker, because the second jack gets the pen one inch from his skin, he starts singing like a canary. Unfortunately, Almeida's men are watching and both Schector and his anonymous bodyguard are shot from a rooftop across the street! Instantly, the phone rings and Tony warns Jack to "stay away from this," before asking him if he's lost any weight because he looks really handsome. Click.

"No thank you, Big Brother...I DON'T want another!"

We close out the hour with the ATC realizing they have lost all control of GS Flight 117, and Almeida telling the Captain to lower his altitude to 7,000 feet. One of Almeida's henchmen expresses concern that they are "going through with it", and Tony bad-asses that the henchman needs to do whatever he is told to do.

Ba-Bum-Ba-Bum-Ba-Bum-Ba-Bum!

9AM finds the ATC still trying to get ahold of GS 117 and then discovering the communication with Almeida re-directing the flight. The plane is now flying at only 1,500 feet and being redirected to land at JFK. The Feds are informed of the situation and there is much hand-wringing and freaking out over telephones which is interspersed with more shots of the cannon fodder passengers.

Meanwhile, Jack and Renee are busy sealing off the Columbia Building across the street from Schector's office. Renee calls in to Moss to update him on the assassination attempt. After a dramatic pause, Moss expresses concern for her safety which leads us to believe they have either done the dirty in the past, or will in the future. Jack goes into Mole-sniffing mode, and notes that someone from the Bureau must have tipped Almeida off. How else could the shooter have gotten to the furthest reaches of SouthEast "downtown" DC before them? Agent Walker isn't quite ready to hear the truth, so she has Bauer's weapon taken away and gives him a timeout in the back of a Federal SUV while she goes to handle the search for the sniper.

ATC personnel are still all "Omigod, WTF is going on!?" when Almeida calls in to let them in on the dastardly plot. He and his crew have redirected a second flight and the two jumbo jets are making like drunk starlets from the 60's and headed for a collision on JFK's landing strip. At the last possible second, Almeida orders GS 117 to pull out, avoiding catastrophe. He calls in to ATC and lets them know the whole fiasco was just a display of capability...and that next time, they won't be so lucky.

"WHEEE!"

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