full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
I don't, was the obvious response. Jack's home was his ship - he had no base of operations in Haulani, just a lot of connections. Valuable connections. And therein lay the reason for Saiden's pathetic begging having the impact that it did. The ground was still warm underfoot, and Jack frowned around at those houses and businesses that had been worst hit by the disaster. And even then, he couldn't really say they had been hit all that badly.
"I'll say one thing of our new Governor - he's pulled a fuckin' miracle out his asshole with this one," he rumbled, flicking the stub of his cigarette away and exhaling a deep whorl of smoke. "Should probably start by checkin' out the houses, makin' sure there's no internal damage. Clearin' the streets wouldn't go awry either. Plenty of ash still kickin' about."
"I'll say one thing of our new Governor - he's pulled a fuckin' miracle out his asshole with this one," he rumbled, flicking the stub of his cigarette away and exhaling a deep whorl of smoke. "Should probably start by checkin' out the houses, makin' sure there's no internal damage. Clearin' the streets wouldn't go awry either. Plenty of ash still kickin' about."
