Re: quicklog: max/jack
[Jack couldn't say he was particularly impressed with the sound of Hydra either. He'd already seen what he thought must be the worst humanity had to offer. Traditional terror and contaminated government organizations did nothing but verify what he already believed. There would never be a safe place for him in government again. Particularly as he was now, that option was gone. Not that he would have been likely to go back to government service even if he wanted to.
The plan sounded about as far from sound as a plan could be, and his increasing skepticism was plain on his face. He would do it, of course, but who was this woman with this broad, mysterious plan?] I'll do whatever you need. Just let me know when she tells you. [Whatever it was, he could handle it.
He followed Max's gaze through the window and over to the loft. Yes, McKendrick. It wasn't like that. Was it not? For whatever reason, the declaration that Dylan just wanted to play in Ocean's Eleven while Max cared for the kids disarmed him a little.]
You forget that I was around in Vegas.
[He'd seen then how Dylan looked at Max. Maybe it wasn't 'like that,' but he knew what Dylan wanted from her. It wasn't discussed, but it didn't have to be, and he didn't have to like it, even if he had no right to feel a flicker of something unpleasant and very distasteful when he thought about them together.
He was close enough now, just about a few feet away, that her scent wrapped around him like a cloud.]
The kids are in the flower shop. And this isn't happening yet. [No. For a moment, nothing else was happening. Not this second, not right now.]