Jul 12, 2007 22:37
At 11:55 on Wednesday, Jack was ready to move. He was armed, equipped with his cellphone, his wrist-comp and a bottle of water, and stood outside the Hotel, waiting to see who'd join him. The plan was simple, straightforward, easy enough to execute...and it might just work.
He checked his watch again. At noon sharp, he'd start walking. Even alone.
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Hands thrust deep in his pockets he silently approached Jack.
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Jack slapped his cap on his head and slid his sunglasses on as he stepped out of the shade and into the fierce glare of the sun. "All righty, campers. Time to follow that yellow brick road."
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She wasn't sure this would work or that it was even worth the effort, but if she could get back to her own time somehow, or find her shuttle, or even find civilization - she had no idea what to expect. But it had to be better than rotting here.
There weren't many here yet. Three men - one older, one weedy and blond, and another looking handsome and authoritative. She stayed back, uncertain who to approach.
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It wasn't like she had anything better to do.
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"Hello." He motioned her over. "We haven't met, have we? I'd remember. I'm Jack Harkness, resident fool in charge of this crazy plan. These are the Doctor, Jack O'Neill, and Wendy."
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"So are we going to synchronize our little escape attempt, or just wing it?" Jack wasn't sure they could coordinate their assault on whatever was holding them given all the variables, known and unknown, but they could try.
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"No weapons," he said for himself (and perhaps his opinion for the group) "I find they kill too many people."
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