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Dirty basements, dirty noise, Dirty places coming through
WHO: Jack Bauer and OPEN
WHERE: Superjail
WHEN: From Saturday evening through the week.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Jack Bauer has been arrested. Come visit him.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The 'Superjail' had been opened specifically to hold prisoners too dangerous or resourceful for containment in ordinary facilities. Its past residents had included alien symbiotes, superhuman sociopaths, vampires. Jack Bauer's abilities hardly put him in the same category, but he was an Import and he was extremely dangerous in his own way. So once he was arrested by Nicholas Angel, the former police Captain and current shame of the force was incarcerated in the police's own facility under heavy guard, pending trial.
Jack had a lot of time alone with his thoughts. Those thoughts were mainly sad, weary, and frustrated. It was fitting in a way: his cell was only a few floors up from the lobby where he and Seras had confronted a Skrull imposter. That encounter had ended in the deaths of two officers sent by Jack's orders into a situation they couldn't handle. Like everything else he'd done, he stood by that decision. Like everything else he'd done, it still weighed on him. Here, the memories of his sins and failures were kept close to him in more ways than one.
The thought of escape hadn't been seriously considered yet. The jail didn't have the greatest track record, but it was still a world-class facility, more than adequate for holding a powerless and downcast former federal agent. Jack knew that if he was going to leave, it would have to be through outside help, and that step would have consequences he wasn't ready to invoke yet. He chafed at the inactivity of his cell, aching with the knowledge of everything he had left unfinished out there, threats looming on the horizon: Vulcanus, Skrull infiltration of the government, killers at large, attacks being planned. He was unable to do anything in here, and that was something he couldn't take even though he knew the City had many defenders- in many ways better defenders- still working outside.
Another reason escape wasn't an option was because on some level Jack knew he belonged here, that this was what he had earned. He had broken his word, set himself above ordinary accountability, hurt a hell of a lot of people. He had changed so far and so fast, since he was Ported in retired and unwilling to return to a life of secrets and bloodshed. The happy life he'd left behind was a thing of the past by now, abandoned bit by bit in the name of necessity. Worst of all for him, more often than not his measures had failed to stem the danger and death the City was so often afflicted by. These were the things Jack brooded over alone in his cell, a busted ex-cop awaiting trial.
WHERE: Superjail
WHEN: From Saturday evening through the week.
WARNINGS: Probably none.
SUMMARY: Jack Bauer has been arrested. Come visit him.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The 'Superjail' had been opened specifically to hold prisoners too dangerous or resourceful for containment in ordinary facilities. Its past residents had included alien symbiotes, superhuman sociopaths, vampires. Jack Bauer's abilities hardly put him in the same category, but he was an Import and he was extremely dangerous in his own way. So once he was arrested by Nicholas Angel, the former police Captain and current shame of the force was incarcerated in the police's own facility under heavy guard, pending trial.
Jack had a lot of time alone with his thoughts. Those thoughts were mainly sad, weary, and frustrated. It was fitting in a way: his cell was only a few floors up from the lobby where he and Seras had confronted a Skrull imposter. That encounter had ended in the deaths of two officers sent by Jack's orders into a situation they couldn't handle. Like everything else he'd done, he stood by that decision. Like everything else he'd done, it still weighed on him. Here, the memories of his sins and failures were kept close to him in more ways than one.
The thought of escape hadn't been seriously considered yet. The jail didn't have the greatest track record, but it was still a world-class facility, more than adequate for holding a powerless and downcast former federal agent. Jack knew that if he was going to leave, it would have to be through outside help, and that step would have consequences he wasn't ready to invoke yet. He chafed at the inactivity of his cell, aching with the knowledge of everything he had left unfinished out there, threats looming on the horizon: Vulcanus, Skrull infiltration of the government, killers at large, attacks being planned. He was unable to do anything in here, and that was something he couldn't take even though he knew the City had many defenders- in many ways better defenders- still working outside.
Another reason escape wasn't an option was because on some level Jack knew he belonged here, that this was what he had earned. He had broken his word, set himself above ordinary accountability, hurt a hell of a lot of people. He had changed so far and so fast, since he was Ported in retired and unwilling to return to a life of secrets and bloodshed. The happy life he'd left behind was a thing of the past by now, abandoned bit by bit in the name of necessity. Worst of all for him, more often than not his measures had failed to stem the danger and death the City was so often afflicted by. These were the things Jack brooded over alone in his cell, a busted ex-cop awaiting trial.
Saturday
"Jack." She called out to him, making way to his cell. Security was down the hall, watching to make sure Callie wasn't going to try anything. "I came as soon as I heard..."
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"Hi Callie," he said. "Good to see you." He meant it, circumstances notwithstanding.
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He paused. "I think I owe you that apology. As far as I know, Harvey's done nothing but his job." Dirty tricks and corrupt behaviour hadn't been necessary to bring Jack down. In the end, he was condemned by the simple truth.
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Saturday, after Callie's visit.
Glaring, she bared her fangs at them and took a step toward them. "Sod off! All four of you, right now! I'm not going to do anything."
Intimidated the guards backed away and she turned to look into Jack's cell. "Sir?"
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"You don't have to call me 'sir' anymore, you know," Jack said. "I've been stripped of my rank."
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monday.
He is nervous inside of prisons for numerous reasons, but he needs to do this. He needs to see Jack.]
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[Jack is surprised. He wasn't expecting him. His allies, like Seras. His enemies, here to gloat. Katurian is an unknown quantity, one of the people Jack was supposed to protect. He remembers him in Greenland, remembers telling him about the murderer with his powers. He stands up when the author approaches his cell.]
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[His hands are shaking. He interlaces his fingers in an attempt to hide it. He presses the skin into his body.]
Which is-- remarkable, really. Usually I don't watch the news, but this time I did.
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sunday afternoon
Not this time.
It was easy enough to gain access, to appear unassuming. She didn't frequent the jail the way she had the station, so she was nearly unrecognized. Covering her noticeable red hair with a white beanie had been a good touch, though. She was led to his cell, hands in her pockets. She felt naked without any weapons, but there was on way they would let her inside with any. Once the guard had left, she just stared at him for a moment. Her voice was soft, apologetic.]
Jack.
[I'm sorry I couldn't help.]
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[For a moment, he didn't know what to say for once. Her stare was a uniquely powerful one, especially in these circumstances.]
It's okay. Really. I'm fine. I've been through this before.
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But that was not the way this world worked. One did not simply break a friend out of jail nowadays, no matter how badly one wanted to.]
It's wrong.
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Sunday sometime
He came unarmed as a precaution, so they wouldn't need to confiscate his blade, but he didn't take well to the insistent order that he keep his gloves off to show he wasn't hiding anything. And so he appeared before Jack, gloves tucked in his belt and a disgruntled scowl on his face. "...looks like that drink will have to wait."
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He met Geddoe's eyes. "I'm glad you're here."
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Forward dated to Tuesday
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
It's a phrase that echoes in his head as he pays Jack a visit, sparing a look around the prison as he's escorted, hands in pockets.
"Jack."
He doesn't know what more to say.
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Maybe he's better at walking the line than Jack, or at least hiding it. Maybe Bond knows how to handle the gray in ways he has failed to.
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"It's not a good look for you, being caged."
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SUNDAY, late afternoon
But then, wasn't that the status quo for...everything about the City, imported or otherwise? Jaime couldn't even muster up the energy to be wholly shocked. Just sad. Disappointed, even, in his own way. Despite everything, he still had that childish notion of good guys and bad guys, despite the grays. One side would always outbalance the other, right?
Right?
He liked Jack. He was still a bit intimidated by the guy, but they'd worked together enough for Jaime to trust his judgment, his ability to carry his own and know the next steps to take. To lead. For all the gadgets and power Jaime had, he wasn't the wisest superhero in town; it always helped to have the experience of another point him in the right direction.
For an uneasy moment throughout the revelations of days past, Jaime wondered if that was even happening.
But no, he was sure. Kind of sure. Maybe sure. Hopefully sure? Hoping Jack was more good than bad, even if he wasn't fitting into that pre-made mold of a wishful thinker's idea of heroes and villains. He had to be! Otherwise...what did that say about Jaime's own screw-ups? Different and his alone, obviously, but he still couldn't help but compare.
He wasn't much of a frequent visitor to the place, for sure. Actually, come to think of it...he hadn't set foot in there since he'd managed to help Dazzler contain Mortis. Ages ago, it felt like, and all the more reason to be unfamiliar with the place.
He went as the hero, getting the feeling that random college dude would've been told to just get lost. He had a fairly decent rep in the City, Skrull impostors and early incidents aside (and thankfully, nobody had brought up Texas in a while...), which worked to his advantage, but he still consented to the guard escort. Nobody wanted to take the chance that someone with so much tech would stir something up. He convinced the Scarab to let them put a small, wireless data tracker on and gauge its current output, assuring the staff that if they saw any influx, they could kick him out. I'm not here to cause a problem.
Just visit a guy I know.
"Hey, Jack," he said, nodding to the guard who held the door open for him. "It's kind of been a while, huh?"
And now you're a lot easier to find, with all this new free time.
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"How've you been?" Small talk, avoid the issue for the moment. Get information.
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He let the pause sink in for just a moment out of need. It was hard to come up with things to say to simple questions like how are you? He could easily default to pointless answers as conversation permitted, of course, but it always gave him pause.
"Mostly school," he explained, shrugging. "Some small-time jerks causing problems here and there, but nobody's tried ruining everyone's lives again lately. As far as I know, anyhow." His last remark came out with a sigh as he folded his arms.
"Just the kind-of usual set of new arrivals, some more spooky or weird than others." And who knows what new problems could come from that...
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Monday morning
"Wotcher Jack."
She could break him out. She has her wand on her. It wouldn't be completely easy but neither would it be difficult. It would just be a fight. Tonks could do it.
"How have they been treating you?"
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"I'm okay," he said. It wasn't quite a lie.
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She shakes her head and then sighs. "Is there anything I can do for you, Jack?"
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