Jack had already shifted himself into high alert mode, running through old habits and tricks he had learned dealing with far too many betrayal scenarios in the past. But back then, the question was who had been bought or threatened or convinced into turning sides. Right now, the threat was both more direct and more subtle.

One of the habits was limiting vulnerable information, like his whereabouts. Jack knew that in his position, he was a possible target for being replaced. That's why he was showing up unannounced without responding to Stark's posts. He'd also restricted the knowledge of where he was going before leaving the police station- but not too much. Questions about where Captain Bauer was disappearing to on his own could be as dangerous as telling everyone what he was doing and where.

When Jack entered, he made a beeline for the table, aiming more for Stark than the body. Alien or not, a corpse was a corpse in his experience. He didn't have the expertise to get real data out of this thing. Stark did.

"Mister Stark," he said. "It's been a while."