The Departed

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Jack's face turned a unnatural, pale, white. His hands started sweating, even though they where ice cold. Not unlike a life-or-death dogfight would have left him. He felt an involuntary shudder go through his spine. Then his training took over. "Where was his last known location?" he said automatically. "D4, Al...." Jack cut him off, like a drill sergeant might cut off a new recruit. "I'll prime my Liberator for launch." "You don't get it Jack," the office said with a hint of compassion "we lost him in Alaska." Jack snapped, not even bothering to comprehend the statement "I don't care, I'll find him!" The officer snapped back "You wanna bet your life on it?" Jack stopped half way out the door. "How long has he been missing?"

"Five hours."

Jack had never been to Alaska, but from what he had heard, it sounded like a good place to get lost in. "We'll find him" the officer assured him confidently.

They never did. A gunboat that was sent out on his last probable heading was ripped apart by an "Unknown obstacle" as a low security clearance Naval officer put it. Of course the LSF agents who read it knew exactly what the obstacle was, and inferred the fate of the lone Avenger pilot. Everyone, that was, except for agent Michael Watson.

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