2nd Cut -- [Visual - reflective surface] -- [around 7:00am]

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[Visual, much like Paul Ben's last night, of what is actually a fairly nice room with plush carpeting and wallpaper. And Jack, completely naked, who has managed to pull the desk he's cuffed to over close enough to the wall to awkwardly scrape his numbers into the wallpaper with the metal edge of the cuff. It's crazy, but there's nothing else he can do... and being crazy is pretty low on his list of concerns now.

It's clear Jack's been in a fight recently from the scrapes, bruises... and he's also completely missing an arm, although it's clear that's a much older injury from months and months ago. He also has a few incongruous burn marks and is half-soaked, as is the carpet around the desk. In short, he just does not look in good shape at all, painfully sore and and close to passing out from exhaustion and lack of sleep.

There's nobody else in the room, though, and no obvious immediate danger.]

Listen. I'm not sure how much time I have. Whatever's coming, though... they think we don't have a chance. Not even close. Just trying to make it easy for them to take over. I still don't know who... or what it is.

[bitter laugh, thinking back on his initial confrontation]

Crazy bastard.. caught the bullet.

The General's probably out there, trying to get more intel on the network now. Sounds like they don't have anything to do with it... and want to know more. Who's involved, how many. I can hold out... but make sure they don't uncover anything out there.

[God, what else. Jack racks his brain trying to think of anything else useful to pass along -- but there wasn't much, and his mind is muddled, wild memories jostling up against current reality.]

If you get this message, let me know you copy. Not keeping the channel open long... I'm scratching out the number before they come back.

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[Yeah, that was probably a good move Kallie. Jack's worn out, and even an incredulous voice is enough to make him more subdued, withdrawn.]

Someone had to go take care of the General. It just... didn't work out like I planned.

[struckout]

[ 'Take care of' the General... Kallie doesn't even want to know what that means.

All that matters is that now they - whoever they are - know about the network too, and all she can think about it how stupid this guy Jack is for handing them that information. Silently, she just puts her face in her hands, frustrated; she already told herself that she had to do something, that she couldn't run away... but she has no idea what that something is. She doesn't know what she should do here when presented with another person who's been captured and very likely has no more than an eggtimer's worth of minutes left in this world. ]

[twopercent]

[The intensity of Jack's voice increases a little after a long pause. He's trying to help as much as he can before the inevitable, struggling to sort out his own memories from what's actually been said to him. Anything that might be useful...]

Listen. Whatever's coming, it's not from Earth. And it's not aliens, or so the General says. He wouldn't say anything more than that. If he comes back again... maybe I'll get something more that can help.

[struckout]

Like, demons...?

[ It's the first thing she thinks of, and ... well, it kind of fits with the weird suspicions she's already developed. She doesn't believe in aliens, but... ]

[twopercent]

Demons? [It seems far-fetched.. but then again, so does everything else that's been happening all week.] Huh. Hadn't thought about that, I guess.

[struckout]

[ It would be a lie if she said she hasn't been praying her heart out the last few days, searching for some sort of answer in this whole mess. Unfortunately, it kind of fits more than it should, even if she doesn't understand it-- isn't sure she wants to understand it.

She makes a reluctant sort of hmm in her throat, just short of a groan, but again doesn't answer. ]