'24': CTU rises from the ashes

Jonas channels his inner Rick Astley as we head into the homestretch of the seventh day of "24." He'll never give you up, let you down or even run around and desert you. He'll never make you cry (if you're on his side), say goodbye (unless he kills you)... awww, who am I kidding. Chloe's back! That's all that matters!

The Spoilers are also glad to see Morris, but not Janis.

With the vacant building still burning, Jack explains to many that he misunderstood Tony once again. When he and Renee ring the President, she nearly blows her top (again) that the FBI can't get their cast of characters straight. Lucky for them, Jack knows exactly what it will take to get Jonas to talk: proof of death. If everyone believes the old man is dead, he can share intel and retire to the countryside for the rest of his days.

On the other side of town, Tony quietly enters his roach motel where Galvez is waiting. With a simple transaction (money for the canister), both men could be on their way, except Galvez plays hard to get. Tony suffocates him with the shower curtain for the inconvenience. Cara later arrives to Tony's new plan: instead of waiting six months to launch an attack, go ahead and immediately do what they can with one canister. The rest of the consortium bicker amongst themselves, but when silent partner Alan Wilson speaks in favor of the new plan, the rest of the group falls into line. The vote is unanimous: they launch a new attack during the Metro DC morning rush hour.

Olivia's steamed her mother is bending over for Jonas. First, the President invites the man to the White House, now she's being ordered to coordinate with the Justice Department to draft a witness protection document for him. Aaron Pierce is on her side, though his chivalrous nature would never allow for him to take the law into his own hands... though I'm sure Olivia wouldn't mind if he took Jonas out.

Señor Hodges is ranting and raving like the certified lunatic he is when Jack enters his room. With practically half the government monitoring the party line, Jack and Jonas go all-out with the shoutfest. In the end, the facts are these: Starkwood is indeed merely a cog in a larger consortium of private companies bent on effectively controlling the government. The plan was to launch simultaneous attacks in the next year, then outsource the blame to a random "terrorist," who has a simmering grudge with the government. Jonas has no idea who the woman was that masqueraded as his attorney. When Renee confirms he's telling the truth via bioscan, Jack recommends the President haul the old CTU servers out of storage and re-activate them immediately. She agrees, giving our heroes carte blanche in taking out the new threat.

Jack's first call after the fact is Chloe, who he cajoles to help in getting the CTU servers online. Before she leaves, she urges Morris to take Prescott and get the hell out of Dodge. Jack and Renee hastily organize a massive powwow of the FBI minds to lay out the new attack plan. Continuing her sense of patriotism, Janis immediately and quite vocally opposes to the whole thing, especially the FBI turning into "CTU-lite." It wouldn't be Janis unless she vocally opposed something. The new mission of the FBI, whether they like it or not, is to find traces of manufactured evidence. Janis again opens her big mouth, saying they simply don't have the manpower. Sigh.

Speaking of manufactured evidence, Jibraan Al-Zarian is our targeted terrorist, up at that early hour because he can't sleep. He tells his younger brother to be careful, but it goes in one ear and out the other. Tony, Cara and a couple other guys move in from the outside... cutting power to the apartment before busting in. Seems the corporate bad guys have their patsy in custody.

Janis continues to enjoy hearing her own voice, shouting that the Bill of Rights is being trampled on. Just as every FBI computer switches to a CTU logo, Jack engages in his second epic shouting match of the hour... except this time, he mistakes President Taylor for David Palmer.

Dude, take five. Kick off your shoes, enjoy a Shasta, read the latest issue of People... somebody ship him off to Club Med!

Four hours to go... how will they wrap it up?