While she studies the file of Fahrenheit, Jack gets up steps around the table and positions himself behind her, so that they can both look into the screen. Some seconds after that, she can feel his hands touching softly, then resting lightly on her shoulders, while Jack comments on the issue at hand as if nothing had changed:
"He used the chaotic situation in the recent IMG-Rheinland Omega 7 conflict to steal a gunboat. We missed to realize it, as we thought it was a MIA ship. You can imaging the surpirse when we found it... shooting us"
"So...." he continues with a smile that seems genuine and doesn't really fit the situation in which a murderer is assigned a target.
She will feel the warmth of his hands through the fabric, and his thumbs caressing the lower part of her neck playfully... "I thought that you could help me in this... delicate... and somewhat personal matter. Eight million flat for each hit." he says in an unchanged friendly but correct business tone, while everything else is hardly business, neither the environment, nor the behaviour.
