Jacob & Rezner Who: Jacob Pettifer & Rezner Hawk When: January 6 Where: Stargate, shooting alley What: In prep for any upcoming missions, Jacob's trying out something new
His psych eval was coming up on the 13th, and Jacob wanted to have other things to talk about than his personal life. It was nice of Dante to allow Jacob to sit in with Cree, and Jacob would respect the man's wishes for some alone time Cree, and the older man was actually not as tense as he thought he would be. But, aside from Cree and Magdalene, Jacob really hadn't done much of anything since his last evaluation.
Time to change that. Dressed in a sweater that breathed and jogging pants to fight off the cold, Jacob was concentrating on the paper cut out for several minutes. Not moving, speaking, nothing to give anyone the impression that he wasn't a life-like doll of the special ops man. It was actually a solitary training exercise. With the knowledge that Cree was relatively safe and Magdalene was still interested in him, Jacob had turned back to his power with a clear conscious.
Since he had found out more about his ability, his training had been unique. An invisible killer. Who would suspect air of all things? Since it was possible for him to inside a bubble of air into someone's bloodstream, why was it such a far reach that what happened out could happen within? His hands suddenly unclenched, the veins in his neck straining against the skin. There was a popping sound down at the end of his line, fragments of paper being punched out as miniature orbs or hair found their mark.
But not enough of anything. Not enough pressure, not enough orbs - the thing looked like a Florida ballot during the 2004 election - hanging chads all over the place. Jacob was left gasping for air, his face red as his skin exploded with sweat. Staggering back a step, he gripped the rail and tried to right himself without his inhaler.