Local midday news anchor:
This morning, a convenience-store hold-up at gunpoint brought the situation to the brink.
Then a mystery man defused it with breathtaking reflexes—here's the security footage:
As the armed Robber moved to escalate, the Hero hurled a can of luncheon meat that struck the gunman's arm, knocked the pistol away, and subdued him in a lightning blur—clean, crisp, textbook.
Even more striking, the rescuer's movie-star looks clash wildly with that lethal skill.
Viewers are already calling the station, desperate to learn the identity of this 'elfin Hero'.
Police are handling the aftermath, but the Good Samaritan's name is fast becoming the talk of the town…
Director Stephen Hopkins caught the clip that same afternoon.
Kiefer Sutherland had already been locked as the lead of 24 hours, yet several key roles remained open.
One in particular—a CTU tech specialist—starts with little action, but later dives into high-octane chases, shoot-outs, and brutal, close-quarters brawls opposite Jack Bauer.
Landon's news-segment display delivered the exact package: leading-man looks plus ferocious fight chops—tailor-made for the part Hopkins had been hunting.
'No problem—see you tomorrow!' Tracy swallowed her excitement, set the time, hung up, and exhaled, eyes sparkling as she turned to Landon:
She beamed at him. 'Did you hear that? Crisis into opportunity! Your heroics hit the 24 hours set—Director Hopkins himself knows!'
Landon grinned; the payoff had come out of nowhere.
'Looks like all those fight classes weren't wasted,' he quipped.
Tracy laughed, the last of the tension evaporating.
Watching his profile as he drove, she felt the sweet relief of survival—and a deeper curiosity about the man beside her.
He had the face, the talent… and now this lethal grace.
How many more secrets was Landon hiding?
That evening, back at his flat, Rachel hurled herself into his arms, fingers racing across his back and arms as if to prove he was intact.
'Sweetheart, are you hurt? God, I saw the news—I died!'
Rachel's voice cracked, pretty almond eyes brimming, face drained of colour.
The television replayed the footage: Landon hurling the can, dropping the Robber, every second heart-stopping.
The instant she'd recognised him on-screen, her heart had nearly stopped.
'I'm fine, Rachel—look, all in one piece.' He let her inspect, stroking her back.
'Only a stick-up artist—child's play,' he added lightly, trying to calm her.
Once she was sure, the weight slid from her chest.
She tilted up at his unruffled, handsome face, awe and love shining in her eyes.
'Honey, you were incredible… so brave…' she whispered, rising on her toes to kiss him hard.
Landon answered, feeling her trembling devotion and total surrender.
They only broke apart when breathing became impossible.
'Was that gorgeous woman your Agent?' Rachel asked, apparently casual.
Landon's gut lurched—had she noticed? He braced himself.
'Yes, my Agent—Tracy Miller.'
Rachel gave a sly smile, lowered her lashes, then murmured:
'Darling, I don't mind, so long as I'm in your heart. I know how you suffer every night.'
She leaned to his ear and breathed:
'If you can persuade her, I'm okay with all of us.' Then she giggled and darted away.
Landon's eyes flared. Damned capitalist country—sugar-coated bullets. He'd have to resist.
That night Rachel clung to him, using intimacy to chase the last shadows of fear and reassure herself he was real.
Landon, gentle as ever, soothed her with every touch.
Next morning they arrived at the 24 hours casting call right on time.
Staff guided them to the audition hall; every passer-by eyed Landon with open curiosity and respect.
Yesterday's broadcast was already doing its work.
Director Stephen Hopkins ran the session himself.
The read-through went off without a hitch.
Hopkins even switched the sides, choosing a scene that demanded close-quarters speed and power.
For a former Stunt Actor, it was effortless.
Landon nailed the lines, the emotion, and the choreography—hits sharp, timing flawless—more polished than most doubles on the show.
'Excellent, Landon!' Hopkins slapped the table, beaming.
'You're a gift. We're handing you a season-long role—CTU field operative. How does that sound?'
A huge step up—from fringe terrorist to front-line Agent, more screen time, far more heroic.
Landon swallowed his elation.
'Thank you, sir. I'm honoured to join the team.'
Tracy seized the moment.
'Director Hopkins, thank you for this opportunity.
Just one thing—Landon is also committed to Ron Howard's A Beautiful Mind, shooting in ten weeks. We hope the schedules won't clash.'
Stephen Hopkins raised an eyebrow, impressed, then shrugged.
'A Beautiful Mind? Great project—congratulations, Landon. No worries, we'll wrap your arc in five weeks, plenty of time.'
Deal sealed.
Landon had landed a major supporting role in 24 hours—his first solid foothold in television.