Thank God the body count finally went up! I felt like I was broadcasting the weather report for Los Angeles. Current total is: 171. You can get the straight skinny right here. And no, there’s no count of the people in the sub yet…

After 21 hours of mayhem, the current body count is 164 . (We actually went down one death when Heller suddenly became the Sub-Mariner). The 21st consecutive annotated kill matrix is here.

The Chloe site.

The Jack/Chloe fan fiction website.

The adult version.

UPDATE: Body count back up to 165, see comments attached. Thanks!

The body count, after 20 intense hours of counter-terrorism, stands at a robust but unchanged 165. The story behind the numbers is right here.

I’m kinda ashamed of the picture after the break, but, dammit, journalism is journalism… Note: Definitely NSFW…
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Body Count stands at 165. Detailed historical reference is here.

Dave Barry has some good insights here..

Three of the four people who knew Jack Bauer was still alive at the start of this season are dead. One remains: Chloe O’Brien.

“Yeah, I’m really liking my odds,” says Mary Lynn Rajskub, the actress who plays CTU’s resident and resourceful computer hacker.
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This week’s body count: 161 Obesessive details can be gleaned here.

Thanks to “Eagle Eye” Sean Juan for the update on Jack’s kill ratio last week.

Kiefer Sutherland is quite looking forward to the day when the creators of the unnerving Fox TV show 24 do unto his Jack Bauer character what they’ve done to so many others: kill him off, brutally, but with few tears. “Don’t get me wrong,” he says. “I love what I do.” But he’s thirty-nine years old, a little pent-up and a lot tired. All he’s had for the past five years, ten months out of each year, are endless fourteen-hour days of working on the show, gun in hand, eyes squinted, voice on ultra-incredibly intense, saving the world with methods that might not be right but are never wrong. He has no girlfriend in his life, no affection or release of that sort. Sometimes he feels trapped, caged, really. And then, as a consequence, he occasionally falls into the scotch bottle and ends up making a messy spectacle of himself.
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