Re: [jack + cat: late night plotting]
Jack hadn't spent a night snoring in the B&B in what felt like months. All those months, in actual fact since plunging into a city that belonged to a very different world to the one in which gossip reigned supreme and the K-12 school was the source of much of the town's interest and the Facility bristled imposingly on the edge of town. The glut of sensation hadn't left him with nostalgia for days past, god no. He had no bloody desire to be sleeping under the keen line of gunfire but the urge in all that fucking, fighting, dying, living and Cat's own rooftops had been to live, adrenaline singing and that, Jack missed.
Jack didn't predict what Cat would show up in. She knew this corner of the world with the familiarity of the born-and-bred and he was passing observer even if he'd dug himself in for the duration. No black, no assassin-clean but that was it and he watched her walk toward him in bared skin and slip-dress as if Cat were a woman who could get lost on the way to or from the kind of party that ran far more wild in a weekend than Repose could manage in a year. It would work, of course it would, and he watched her pick a path in those kick-shit boots with the observation of a stage-manager for the player walking from the wings into the spotlight, and a little naked appreciation for the show itself.
"I live to make you happy," dry and confident and Jack was at home more than he'd been the last time she'd dragged him by a wrist through under-passages. It wasn't the way through the maze underneath that supplied supreme ease and he looked her up and down and grinned as she came to a stop. "That'll do." He touched the sliver-strap of what resembled cheap silk at her shoulder, "Although perhaps I should have specified the nature of your appeal." Humor in blue eyes, and Jack didn't look a damn bit worried which was either invested trust in the woman in front of him or blithe certainty he'd scrape through alive himself. Perhaps a little nostalgia after all.
"You're going to help me get somebody from there," a shrug of the shoulder toward the entrance, "To out here. Well." A glance of a grin. "Several somebodies. There's not a lot of time, the pick-up location is set. They need out, I need you to do it. Still in?"