Jack closes the office door, glancing around--need another exit--and heads for the bathroom. The wheels in his head are turning, trying to come up with a plan, though he knows there's really only one option, and the thought of it makes him feel slightly sick to his stomach.

"Here, take this," he says, pulling his comm unit out of his ear and handing it off to Renee as he passes her. Inside the bathroom, he spots a textured, translucent window, hurrying toward it and searching for a latch.

"I need to let them take me," he says, fingers groping over the edges of the window.

They have no idea who these guys are, where they're based. Their only hope is for him to keep his cover going, and let CTU track him to their headquarters. It's how long CTU will take to get there, and what's going to happen in the interim that has his stomach tightening.

But first, he needs to get Renee out of there.