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.
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.