Testimonials

After a power nap break, we get our first glimpse of Team Baddie's digs, which appear to be a commercial fishing vessel on the "docks" in DC. Once again, the former DC resident in me is calling shenanigans. Anyway...a Mercedes with District plates pulls up, and out pops Emerson, who appears to be Almeida's boss. He's decked out in Team Baddie Black, except his attire is business casual which means he must be the money man. Emerson has come to pick up the CIP module and lightly rip Tony a new asshole for the Feds getting to Schector. He also has one last job for Tony, but won't let him in on the details yet. We all know how those "one last job" deals usually work out in '24' world.

Back at the White House, President Taylor is meeting with Prime Minister Matobo of Sangala while a press conference is being held to sell the American public on the use of military force. Taylor and her Sec. of State Stevens are trying to get assurance from Matobo that General Juma will be dealt with in a court of law and not punished by angry mobs. The Prime Minister reluctantly gives her his word. After the meeting, Taylor is informed by Kanin of the JFK fiasco and orders all air traffic grounded. The only plane allowed to stay in the air is the Soul Plane, because Mo'nique only lands when she's good and ready.

Terrorist?!? I'll whoop his ass! Bring him here!

At the Columbia building, the sniper calls in to Team Baddie to let them know he is trapped and asks for some help getting out. Meanwhile, Jack is still serving his timeout in the SUV under the watch of a young G-man who tells Jack that he thinks the whole Pansy-Pants senate hearings are a crock and that he supports Bauer and sees him for the hero he is.

Remember that time you grabbed that helicopter rope and like flew right when the building blew up? That was cool.

In the basement of the building, another G-man finds our sniper. But wait! The G-man was sent by Tony to get the shooter out of the building. As luck would have it, Jack steps out of the SUV just in time to catch a glimpse of our shooter exiting the building. Jack must be in the market for some sensible new shoes, because he immediately takes note of everyone's footwear. All the feds are wearing "we mean business" black shoes. But one (the shooter) is wearing work boots. Jack puts two and toe together, and manages to convince Agent Walker that they should follow the shooter to Almeida without telling anyone where they are going, lest the FBI leak get wind of their plan. Don't wear Payless, people. It will only lead to trouble and incrimination down the line.

Shoes haven't said this much about a person since Crocs were invented.

In yet another underground bunker, Colonel Dubaku is watching Thomas Roberts (taking a break from his work for Entertainment Tonight and online dating) report on the JFK incident. Emerson delivers the CIP module to Dubaku and we discover the Colonel is done abducting and drugging little boys and now focused on revenge. He holds the American government responsible for the death of his brother. Aw! Terrorists have feelings too!

Back to straight news?

In a powwow at the Oval Office, we learn that Air Traffic Control should be the least of the government's worries. With the CIP module, the terrorists will be able to access our national power grids and our water distribution systems. An attack on either would be catastrophic. Kanin, who is acting a little shady if you ask me, steps out to take a call from Secret Service Agent Gedge who is with the First Hubby. He informs Kanin of the PI business and First Hubby's plans to interrogate his late son's fiancée. He assures him that her inhuman and very badly waxed eyebrows will also be addressed.

Agent Walker and Bauer are in hot pursuit of the shooter. Moss, who has been informed that they left the scene, calls in to find out what they are up to. Renee lies to him about following a lead, and he calls her out on it. She is clearly torn about this coloring outside the lines business.

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