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capeandcowllogs2012-01-02 12:20 pm
out_of_time) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-01-02 12:20 pm
You’re a muck, that’s why I had to cut you down
WHO: Jack Bauer and OPEN
WHERE: Throughout the City
WHEN: The following takes place between January 3rd and January 10th. Events occur in real time.
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: Captain Bauer is fed up with having to do administrative stuff for the cops and goes to get back to his roots: running around, yelling at people, and fighting bad guys.
FORMAT: Whatever works. Comment on this post if you want to plan something out!
Jack was frustrated and restless. Paperwork lay on his desk like a tablecloth. He was by both training and inclination a field agent. He belonged out there, chasing down leads and suspects. However, he was also the force’s head Import officer, which meant he had to deal with the bureaucratic fallout of incidents like Khisanth escaping. Proposals and recriminations were flying around behind the scenes, and without the Red Queen to put a cool, professional, somewhat unsettling face on the super-jail, Jack had to handle them: the AI she had left behind was very efficient, but it couldn’t do memos. Two-Face’s escape had its own consequences, but at least NoHOPE wasn’t under police jurisdiction like the jail was.
This was on top of a police station being attacked by a dragon in November and Calendar Man ruining both Christmas and New Year’s, to say nothing of the Joker robbing a museum, trying to destroy the Porter, and not even staying in this universe to be imprisoned afterward. With all the new things happening, old work got pushed to the side, and so Jack still had to give an opinion on new riot control procedures stemming from the Thanksgiving debacle. He would have to testify at Roomba Man’s trial soon as well.
And Laurie and Yusuke were gone too, back home with her mother and his fiancée, a bittersweet thought that brought its own personnel paperwork with it. The fact that he might never yell at Yusuke about something or know that he had his back in a fight put a pain in his heart. He pushed that pain deep down, nestling it inside him next to all the other feelings that had been gnawing him for what would soon be two years, next to missed friends and family and people he hadn’t been able to save.
It all added up to Jack having to do more work that he didn’t consider work. He had never had to deal with this in the less regulated environment of CTU, and it grated on him. While he was bogged down in administration, Jack was all too aware that things were happening even beyond the high-profile Import crises that ate up the public’s attention. The Dolvanian mob group Zero’s Children had expanded its operations in the City, and was now involved in several nasty rackets. Yet most of Jack’s information on them had been acquired illegally, courtesy of James Bond. He couldn’t act on it, especially while he was doing this office crap.
Jack put down his pen. He stared at his desk for a moment, at another cost justification for the plasma gun Ted Kord had made for him. Then he looked at the force’s open case file.
“Screw it.”
Jack grabbed his jacket and headed out. He would spend most of the next week outside of the station, getting some real work done.
WHERE: Throughout the City
WHEN: The following takes place between January 3rd and January 10th. Events occur in real time.
WARNINGS: Violence
SUMMARY: Captain Bauer is fed up with having to do administrative stuff for the cops and goes to get back to his roots: running around, yelling at people, and fighting bad guys.
FORMAT: Whatever works. Comment on this post if you want to plan something out!
Jack was frustrated and restless. Paperwork lay on his desk like a tablecloth. He was by both training and inclination a field agent. He belonged out there, chasing down leads and suspects. However, he was also the force’s head Import officer, which meant he had to deal with the bureaucratic fallout of incidents like Khisanth escaping. Proposals and recriminations were flying around behind the scenes, and without the Red Queen to put a cool, professional, somewhat unsettling face on the super-jail, Jack had to handle them: the AI she had left behind was very efficient, but it couldn’t do memos. Two-Face’s escape had its own consequences, but at least NoHOPE wasn’t under police jurisdiction like the jail was.
This was on top of a police station being attacked by a dragon in November and Calendar Man ruining both Christmas and New Year’s, to say nothing of the Joker robbing a museum, trying to destroy the Porter, and not even staying in this universe to be imprisoned afterward. With all the new things happening, old work got pushed to the side, and so Jack still had to give an opinion on new riot control procedures stemming from the Thanksgiving debacle. He would have to testify at Roomba Man’s trial soon as well.
And Laurie and Yusuke were gone too, back home with her mother and his fiancée, a bittersweet thought that brought its own personnel paperwork with it. The fact that he might never yell at Yusuke about something or know that he had his back in a fight put a pain in his heart. He pushed that pain deep down, nestling it inside him next to all the other feelings that had been gnawing him for what would soon be two years, next to missed friends and family and people he hadn’t been able to save.
It all added up to Jack having to do more work that he didn’t consider work. He had never had to deal with this in the less regulated environment of CTU, and it grated on him. While he was bogged down in administration, Jack was all too aware that things were happening even beyond the high-profile Import crises that ate up the public’s attention. The Dolvanian mob group Zero’s Children had expanded its operations in the City, and was now involved in several nasty rackets. Yet most of Jack’s information on them had been acquired illegally, courtesy of James Bond. He couldn’t act on it, especially while he was doing this office crap.
Jack put down his pen. He stared at his desk for a moment, at another cost justification for the plasma gun Ted Kord had made for him. Then he looked at the force’s open case file.
“Screw it.”
Jack grabbed his jacket and headed out. He would spend most of the next week outside of the station, getting some real work done.
no subject
He threw the Fokker to the left as a stream of bullets passed by his tail. Thankfully, these gunners knew almost nothing. So far, they hadn't even tried to lead their target.
He pulled up, flying along the side of the envelope, making his little run look like simply avoiding fire.
"Papa Hotel, I see the hatch - ten meters ahead of your position."
no subject
He lowered himself to his hands and knees and crawled forward as quickly as he dared on the soft, slick, uncertain surface of the blimp. Jack felt dampness on his hands, condensation on the blimp. The engines were roaring in his ears; the blimp was moving pretty fast. He focused on the hatch and kept moving.
It only took a few seconds, but they were long ones. Fortunately, once he reached the hatch he was able to open it from the outside without too much difficulty. He looked into the blimp. No one shot at him. The entrance had been unguarded.
"Elbe One, inserting now. I'll clear out the engine pods first, then proceed to the cockpit. Contact me if there's any sign they've noticed I'm aboard." Now that he was out of his helicopter, he couldn't listen to the demands and speeches the hijackers were trying to broadcast.
no subject
He pulled back on the stick, looping over the envelope, and buzzed the gondola a second time. And once again the fire came in - but slightly closer this time.
At least they were learning. And the longer he kept them, distracted, the better. He moved ahead of the gasbag, then came back on a collision course, waiting until the last possible moment to dive away - and had the satisfaction of seeing the blimp alter course.
That ought to hold their attention for a few moments.
no subject
The black-jacketed gunner peering out the starboard engine pod had his back to the entrance, which was good, and a blond ponytail, which was better. Jack grabbed him by it, hauled him back, snatched the gun away with his free hand, then applied the proper sleeper hold, all before he could make a sound.
It was tricky business, interrupting the flow of blood to a struggling man's brain with just the right amount of pressure to cause unconsciousness without death. Jack had done it many, many times before, and by now he was very good at it.
Jack felt the blimp shifting around him as he dragged the cuffed and limp body out of the engine pod. He called Hans. "Elbe One, one hostile down, starboard pod is clear. Did they just change course?"