Jack paced around his office at Ouray impatiently, he'd been waiting for news about the Fastjack operation for some time now, and alamonet just wouldn't stop leaking. He needed that man back. His bad temper was only increased by finding his beloved banjo, Matilda, smashed up in Joseph Stinger's quarters. He didn't quite have the heart to bust the guy back down to hatchling, but he had half a mind to do it.
the raid the other day however had gone more than to plan. Jack paused in his pacing and smiled as he remembered the LSF ships turning to dust...
"Haw haw" he thought, "three o' dems in under a minute, dat Scepter fellow sure be quite an asset to us folks."
Jack sat down behind his desk to plan for the eighteenth time the fastjack bust-out, but all of the plans seemed absurd or unoriginal. They needed something different in order to make it work. Huntsville had stepped up it's security of late. The police knew something was up.
Jack played with a pen in silence for a while, eventualy gave up with planning and headed down to the bar.
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