Forward dated to after Flagg's evicted from the bridge

[raisedinabox]

[Private to Flagg]

A kill for a wish. I've fulfilled my half. What I want from you is an audience. A face to face meeting.

I like to know who it is I'm working for, and I want the ear of whoever's capable of what you've done here.

That's my wish. I'm waiting.

[Private to Eddie, immediately after his incident with Flagg][Video clicks on,

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[Spam]

[bargemods]

Done.

[The voice that replies is not on the network, but rather behind him.]

[Spam]

[raisedinabox]

[Jim jerks around, his eyes are slightly red, and his shirt is torn, so that his sleeves trail down past his hands. In one hand he's holding a table leg with two nails jutting out of it, and without pausing long enough to think about it, his other arm moves to the base of it, and he's swinging it as hard as he can towards the 'Admiral's' head.

He doesn't know what this thing is capable of, he doesn't have time to try and out think it, he just has to fight.]

[Spam]

[bargemods]

[He ducks the swing and reaches up to catch it with one hand. The shadows that wreath his face seem to distort any real features from his face, but for his gleaming eyes and an eerie white smile.]

Something tells me you're not happy, Jim. Mind if I call you Jim?

[Spam]

[raisedinabox]

[Jim doesn't answer. The leg jarred to a halt at the Admiral's catch, but Jim's second hand doesn't stop with it. The momentum carries it onwards slightly, until, almost accidentally, Jim's hand is pointed directly at Flagg's face. The only thing that even hints that the motion was calculated, is the glint of light on steel, on the barrel of the concealed derringer in Jim's hand.

Again, Jim doesn't hesitate. Before the Admiral has even finished his sentence, he's pulling the trigger.]

Private;

[raisedinabox]

[Jim's quiet for a moment, then he shifts the communicator, pointing it at the remains of whatever the hell it was.]

I killed Caesares. That... was the price for getting it to come down here.

Things'll get better now though. They have too.

Private;

[raisedinabox]

I don't know. It smiled at me.

[The feed switches to audio now, because Jim's beginning to collect himself.]

I don't know. I think something was already wrong with it by the time I started. The first bullet didn't even leave a dent in it, and when they started to actually hurt it... it seemed surprised.

[Pause.]

Are you still in the CES?