10:30:45. One of Jim's many monitors reads "Security Alert." Picking up a handgun, he checks the four security monitors covering the hallway and sees Kiefer coming up and knocking. Hey, he doesn't have a doorstep! Of course the gun he's got wouldn't do any good against Kiefer anyway, so he holsters it before undoing the triple locks on his door. "Did you get what I needed?" Kiefer demands. "Nice to see you again too, Jack," Jim says, but Kiefer isn't amused; he just wants the goodies. Jim directs him over to a table where everything's already laid out. When did Jim find time to go out and get all this crap? Does he live in the Matrix or something? That would explain all the monitors, at least. While Kiefer checks the gear, Jim tries to fish for more clues about what Kiefer's being chased for. "It's not about what I did," Kiefer dodges. "They're afraid of what I'm gonna do." Kiefer ignores Jim's next hinting question, ducking to a back room to make a phone call. He reaches Chloe for an update on Dana's destination, and Chloe gives him one more chance to think about what he's doing and turn himself in. He's adamant, and finally she sends him to an industrial laundry at 141 Juniper Valley Road (that's in Queens, but at least it exists). Kiefer writes it down, says it's ten minutes from there (which I'm sure makes his planned route of great interest to many Queens-Manhattan commuters), and he'll call her back. She even says she'll have blueprints by then to help walk him in. "Thanks, I know I put you in a spot," Kiefer says. "Yeah," Chloe says stiffly before they hang up. Kiefer tosses the cell phone in Jim's wastebasket (which Jim seems to be fine with, surprisingly, for how paranoid he seems), and tells him to stick around in case he needs him later. Jim tries to tell Kiefer he can't come back, and now they're even. "I'll let you know when we're even," Kiefer says. But then he stops himself and asks nicely, because Jim looked for a second like he was going to ask Kiefer to lend him an ear, and that's the last thing you ever want be asked by Michael Madsen. I'm sure Jim will be around later; you don't cast Michael Madsen for a one-off guest shot as a freelance Q.