24 Declassified: Trinity

by John Whitman

Overview

Jack Bauer will do anything to stop a deadly plot against the world’s top religious leaders in this original thriller novel based on the TV series 24.

Operating out of a nearly empty space in Los Angeles, the newly created CTU faces its first major crisis. A large amount of plastique explosive has vanished and could be anywhere—in the hands of criminals, crazies, outlaw bikers . . . or Islamic radicals. As powerful representatives of the world’s major religions gather for a conference on faith, peace, and coexistence, agents of the elite counterterrorism unit must chase elusive shadows through the underbelly of L.A.

A nightmare of assassination and terror is looming—an explosive threat that must be exposed and defused within twenty-four hours, or violent repercussions will be felt around the world. And only one man possesses the necessary drive, skill, and willingness to operate beyond the limits of the law: a dangerous rogue CIA operative . . . named Jack Bauer.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780061734113
Publisher:	HarperCollins
Publication date:	03/19/2024
Series:	Jack Bauer Novels
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	370
Sales rank:	513,608
File size:	907 KB

About the Author

John Whitman is the author of numerous books and projects, including the "Star Wars: Galaxy of Fear" series, Zorro and the Witch's Curse, and, most recently, the trading cards for "24 Day 3." He is a 4th-degree black belt and defensive tactics instructor in Krav Maga, the official hand-to-hand combat system of the Israeli military, has trained in protective services and defensive tactics in both the United States and in Israel, and has served as an instructor of U.S. law enforcement agencies and military anti-terrorist units.

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24 Declassified: Trinity

Chapter One

The following takes place between the hours of 6 P.M. and 7 P.M. Pacific Standard Time

6:00 P.M. PST
Panorama City, California

"I promise you, there will be no need for anything rough."

Jack Bauer believed him and lowered his SigSauer. He motioned for Ed Burchanel to do the same. The FBI agent hesitated, not as sure as Jack. Finally, he lowered his Glock .40 but did not holster it.

The fat man on the wrong end of Burchanel's gun chuckled nervously. "Your Agent Bauer knows when he's won. I am not the type to give you trouble."

Burchanel's expression hadn't changed since the moment they'd kicked in the door. "You gave us trouble back in '93."

Jack knew Burchanel was barking more than he planned to bite. Burchanel wasn't even aware of the entire package. All he knew was that the fat man, Ramin, had been connected to terrorist activities. But Jack was CIA, and by law the CIA was not allowed to operate domestically. Burchanel's presence made it legal.

"Not me, not me," Ramin insisted. He lowered himself heavily into the armchair of his own living room, like a guest not sure the chair was permitted to him. There was already a deep indentation where he usually settled his wide ass. The chair creaked heavily and made a sound like one of the springs popping. He kept his hands on the armrests in plain view. He wore thick gold rings on most of his thick fingers. His nails appeared unnaturally neat and shiny. His mustached face smiled at them, a smile that was neither arrogant nor deceptive. It was theanxious smile of a man who had no desire except to please whoever might do him the most damage, and right now that honor belonged to Jack Bauer of the CIA and Ed Burchanel of the FBI. Ramin smiled again. "I wasn't involved directly at all in the truck bombing."

Jack motioned for Burchanel to stay with Ramin while he cleared the rest of the house. It was a small bungalow in Panorama City, in the dirty heart of the San Fernando Valley north of Los Angeles. Master bedroom, extra bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. He was done quickly and returned, nodding to Burchanel. Jack sat on the sofa that put his back to a wall and gave him full view of the front door and the hallway. Burchanel's position blocked the door itself, although with Ramin's size there was no way he could outrun them, even if he were the type.

The search had taken a few seconds, but Jack spoke as if no time had passed. "Not directly, but you used to go by the name of Mezriani, and you were friends with Sheik Omar Abdel-Rahman."

"Sheik Omar was the man behind the '93 bombing," Burchanel added. "You moved money around for him."

Ramin sighed at Burchanel, then appealed to Jack. "Agent Bauer, look at me. I am an aging fat man of moderate resources. I am neither a patriot nor a zealot. I have one goal in life, and that is to make myself as comfortable as possible. I do not find interrogation or imprisonment comfortable, so I will tell you everything, everything I can."

"Start by taking us through '93," Jack said. "Tell us what you know."

Ramin obeyed. He talked freely, but ultimately he told Jack nothing the CIA agent didn't already know. Seven years ago, Sheik Omar Abdel-Rahman, "the Blind Sheik," had inspired several members of a Jersey City mosque to park a truck bomb in the parking structure of the World Trade Center. Most of those responsible had been caught, including the Sheik himself. One terrorist, Abdul Rahman Yasin, had been taken into custody and then mistakenly released. He'd slipped away to somewhere in the Middle East, probably Iraq. With most of the main culprits in jail, the media considered the case closed, but the World Trade Center bombing had been a wake-up call to a few entities inside the U.S. government, and they had started watching more carefully. Ramin hadn't been missed in the first rounds of investigation. He'd been brought into custody and interrogated—something, he repeatedly told Jack, that he did not find comfortable at all—but his only real connection to the World Trade Center bombing was an association with some of the Blind Sheik's zealous friends, and a knack for investing their money profitably. The FBI and Federal prosecutors had chosen not to pursue a case against him. Since 1993, Ramin had been interviewed several times by the Feds, and each time he insisted that 1993 had scared him into a much more cautious and upstanding circle of friends.

Jack had come to Ramin from the other end of operations. Jack was currently "on loan" to the CIA, although he couldn't explain even to his wife what "on loan" meant. In the early days, in the military and with LAPD, it had been easy. You were assigned to a unit and you worked in that unit. You reported to a commanding officer, and that was that. But over the years Jack had risen (or fallen? he wasn't sure which) into a murkier stratum of operations. It was as though the closer he got to the source of decision making, the more complex the network became. Communication channels crisscrossed. Organizational charts looked like Escher drawings. It was, to coin a phrase one of Jack's CIA colleagues had used, the "fog of deniability."

But one thing did remain clear, even in that fog: the bad guys. They were out there, and if Jack couldn't pierce the heart of his own government's workings, he sure as hell could pierce the heart of the other guy's. So when the chance to be seconded to the CIA had come up, he'd taken it in a heartbeat. CIA meant overseas work, and that's where the enemy lived. Ironically, Jack's most recent task with the CIA had led him right back home.

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