I hope you brought your flak jackets tonight!
Jack, Chico, Jr. and some collateral damag-err "backup" close in on the terrorists once they realize that the terrorists were actually following them in the first place! Here's a little Chemistry 101 quiz: What happens when you mix one part Jack Bauer with even one molecule of terrorist? Oh yes, you get combustion!
Unfortunately, this one-dimensional NSA prick is not privy to the genius of Chloe O'Brian. She offers some efficient workarounds which are summarily dismissed by Mr. Personality. Chloe opens up her one-woman CTU in her head and starts marshaling resources on her own, including the dormant doormat Renee Walker. Walker is DONE being put in a corner! All of her previous psychosis is resolved with one loading of the pistol. Welcome to 24-therapy, folks.
But then just as I'm rolling my eyes at the continuation of "Danas of our Walsh" Chloe busts into the server room and pulls an appropriate amount of attitude, telling the NSA guy to do it her way or eat a healthy serving of lead. YES! Chloe pulls a pistol and psychoanalyzes the NSA guy all in the span of ten seconds. He is predictably offended by her conclusions regarding his work persona.. and the threat to his government-scale pay life.
Meanwhile, back on the quietest streets of New York City, Jack resumes his ridiculously violent gunfight, shepherding his Fisher-Price® crack unit of "My First CTU Agents" through danger times one-thousand! The weakest links, including Owen the Intern, take some hits and one of the guys dies defending America. Owen, through blood-soaked teeth, screams a Klingon Death Growl and Jack nods at him saying "Now, you're a man."
And speaking of men, Brian Hastings is THE MAN (not "The Man" as discussed at length in the attempted comedy UNDERCOVER BROTHER, but rather the coolest cat in ALL of the world!). Chloe gives a very impassioned, awesome plea to Hastings to let her "tap dat trunkline" and Hastings, feeling his own awesomeness bubbling to the surface agrees to her plan, telling NSA dude and a back-stabbing Dana to shut their mouths (for ten minutes, at least). Hastings, you're no Bill Buchanan, but you're a worthy successor. You'll be getting a photoshop tribute later this week. I promise it will be badass, just like you, sir!
Back on the mean streets, Owen dies quietly, giving Jack and Chico, Jr. free license to resume kicking terrorist ass. Just as Jack is about to receive a round to the head, Renee Walker appears, exacting her timely awesomeness and saving Jack's life. But then there's the twist, the one I called a couple of weeks ago....
Dana Walsh is the mole. Well, now we can shoot her in the face without worrying about the paperwork.