Jack Bauer Loses Sight of Reggie, 21,776

I have had a couple of dark days, days that were brightened by the appearance of an Esmonde sister who materialized on my doorstep filled to the brim with vim, vigour, and a cheeky attitude. Yesterday I had to double up on my word count, and then was too sick of my novel to post anything. Here is something I wrote yesterday that was inspired by Katie's dream sequence. In my novel, some madcap adventures are about to begin. Reggie, Tim, and Tab have decided to take off through the funeral parlour, not unlike a scene from the Breakfast Club, with the gang running away from the principal. Soon they will be joined by someone else who is on the run, for reasons of his own... stay tuned.

"Jack is furious. But he has also gone dark, at his own request, so he is reluctant to re-establish radio contact. He had been distracted by the appearance of Uncle Rock, whose longstanding association with the Freemasons has been documented by Jack’s people. Small players on the international scene, but still, Jack has learned that every threat should be taken seriously. So he had watched waiting for Rock’s associates to make themselves known, which they did rather quickly and obviously, Jack had thought with some contempt. He had taken mental note of the man dressed in a rather unlikely red crushed velvet suit with a matching vest, which Jack surmised was supposed to pass as appropriate funeral garb. Instead it gave the rather disconcerting impression that the wearer had been raiding Barry Manilow’s wardrobe. There was also the man who was rather obviously a cop attempting to look as though he were not. He had an early nineties style mullet, albeit a subtle one, with light brown hair feathered around a cherubic face, which the small moustache did little to render less childlike. He looked like Emilio Estevez circa Stakeout. It is well known in the world of espionage that Freemasons always travel in threes, so Jack had been IDing the third Freemason in attendance (the fake electrician in the corner pretending to fix an electrical outlet that was not broken) when he noticed that Reggie was no longer in the corridor.
He had seen her leave of course, had seen the entire exchange, taking note that he would have to talk to Reggie again about losing her temper so easily. She had such thin skin, it troubled him. He had seen the kid, O’Sullivan, work his way across the room and intercept Reggie at what Jack deemed to be an appropriate moment, though Jack could have handled the situation with more finesse he thought. The O’Sullivan kid was like a blunt instrument, but blunt instruments have their uses, and Jack is grateful that he didn’t have to step in, himself. The less that he is taken note of, the better. He wants to stay invisible for as long as possible. Hopefully, he won’t have to leave the shadows at all.
When Jack had seen them head out into the hallway, followed rapidly by Sawyer, he had relaxed a bit. They would calm her down and bring her back, back under his own watchful eye. Still, he had slowly worked his way around the perimeter of the room, until he had a clear view of where they stood. She was noticeably calmer than she had appeared to be moments before, as he would have predicted. Reggie is like a storm that blows itself out just as quickly as it has blown itself in. Then his attention had shifted to Rock and his blundering associates, momentarily, and when he looked back, she was no longer there. He would have to find her himself, he would re-establish radio contact, if necessary, but he would avoid it if he could."