Just the facts, Jack-[Action for twopercent]

[generalpublic]

General Miller hadn't let the minor emergency of Paul Ben's death disrupt his schedule. Quite concious that doing so would be suspicious, considering the base was otherwise run so smoothly by him, he had returned and just gotten back to work. And, at the same time as every other day, he had returned to his home on the base. and then given himself some time to process the day. His ultimate conclusion was 'seriously fucked up.'

But he was self assured it was entirely necessary by the time he was aware of the situation. It was Edward's mistake to bring him there, but at that time he just had to die. There. It was that simple. No more debate.

But he still needed the drink (and the four that followed) as he sat in the dark and the silence, unaware an uninvited visitor was about to drop by.

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[twopercent]

Jack had come onto the base using the excuse of talking with an old instructor of his. Which he did, forcing down the pressure of his little 'mission' inside. Calm.

But he just didn't leave afterwards. It was easy to stay out of sight of security cameras -- Jack knew the base pretty well, and though minor details were different, the overall layout was still the same.

To be completely honest, Jack liked it. It almost felt like being back in action, trying to stay hidden, avoiding passers-by, the adrenaline rush. But at the same time, he was becoming very, very conscious of just how crippling having only one truly functional arm was to any kind of mission. He'd just have to keep it simple.

Simple like waiting until he was sure that Miller had settled in and slipping in through the back door, which he'd checked was open earlier. After all, who's going to break into the general's house on the base itself?

Once inside, Jack drew his gun from the waistband of his pants and eased through the kitchen quietly. It was dark, and so he'd been expecting Miller to be upstairs, asleep -- and after last night, Jack's running on no sleep. Easy to make one little misjudgement in the darkness and clunk his false arm up against the doorframe.

[generalpublic]

The same thinking that allowed Miller to leave his doors unlocked (and indicative of his thinking in general) meant that his reaction to the noise of Jack's intrusion was met with confusion in place of alarm. There was a moment in which he simply could not comprehend what it was, because his mind automatically assumed it could only be something inconsequential.

But restless as he was, the man decided to investigate anyway. With a small grunt, from habit rather than than exertion these days, he rose to his feet and approached the door. With the current lighting coming from the windows behind him, he was nothing more than a large silhouette. Whatever had changed the man apparently did not extend to his senses, as he was reaching for the light switch which was dangerously close to his intruder's head.

[twopercent]

Jack's breath caught in his throat and he stilled. Too close, way too close. Thinking fast, he waited until the moment just when the other man's hand flicked the switch and pulled back two quick steps, squinting to ease the sudden brightness of the kitchen lights.

"Don't move, General," Jack said sharply, keeping the gun trained on him and internally cursing his own mistake. They're still a little too close, but his finger is tight on the trigger, tension clearly visible. "I've got questions for you. And I'd hate to miss out on the answers." But then after the questions...

After...

[generalpublic]

Miller's instinctive reaction to having a gun pointed at him overrode his knowledge that it wasn't too much of a threat to him. A moment of shock, giving way to a more contained expression. He didn't raise his hands, but he did comply with the request not to move.

"I have some questions of my own." He snorted, not a laugh but irritation. "But I don't have the gun."

[twopercent]

"Yeah. I like it better that way."

"I bet that kid you and the chief killed last night would have liked it better that way too." Jack keeps his current distance, looking straight down the barrel of the gun. "Why'd you have to have him killed? What is wrong with those animals that you're hiding from us?"