JACK
Neither man takes a seat and Jack doesn't deign to get up, the captain sinking back in his seat and propping a foot on the edge of the desk to regard them as they talk. "Mm, that was my thinkin' too," he says of the necklace and its quite handy properties, and even without telepathy, a swift glance between them and their relative lack of response gives away their surprise. "Look, remember that broacast that went out 'bout Flora and friend gettin' themselves killed by the Family? Full disclosure - that was me. I'm and friend."
Scoffing at the memory - in this very region, to add insult to injury - Jack reaches for a bottle of good whiskey from a drawer in his desk and holds it up as if to offer either man a glass if they want it. "So let's say I've a vested interest in bein' as big a thorn in their asses as I can. I ain't no demigod or a heavy hitter, not compared to the likes of you both, but that ain't ever stopped me before. What plans you got?"
Scoffing at the memory - in this very region, to add insult to injury - Jack reaches for a bottle of good whiskey from a drawer in his desk and holds it up as if to offer either man a glass if they want it. "So let's say I've a vested interest in bein' as big a thorn in their asses as I can. I ain't no demigod or a heavy hitter, not compared to the likes of you both, but that ain't ever stopped me before. What plans you got?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
