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August 2017
Outside of Muara Sabak Port
Batang Hari River, Jambi, Indonesia

"This is absolutely miserable."

It was not even monsoon season in Indonesia, yet, and Skye did not understand why it was raining so damned hard over their portion of the country. It was raining so thickly that globs of mud were being bounced up against her muzzle and, occasionally, fat droplets would find their way through her fur despite the flared helmet and the lowered night-vision goggles that the vixen wore.

"Director White never mentioned…" Jack Savage growled over the COMMs slowly. "…that you would whine like an absolute bitch."

The two mammals were laying in the muddy undergrowth of dense jungle that surrounded the secondary port of Muara Sabak. They were looking for evidence of localized trafficking to one of the larger national ports. Skye felt her hackles raise from the buck's chastising tone: but, the vixen did one move one muscle from her location. She was several yards away from where she thought the buck's hide was supposedly located. Or, at least, she assumed he was laying in the mud somewhere nearby.

He could be sitting in a tree, for all I know.

"The Director lied to me then. He said you were a hard-ass," Skye whispered back. "But, you're a jackass through and through."

"That's cute." The buck needled her dryly. "Seeing as you cannot seem to shut your muzzle… How about you tell me what you see out there."

The reality was that she could not see much. Even when she tried to focus her right eye through the right night-vision tube, that was mounted to her head, and then have the proper angle so that she could also look through the magnified rifle optic. The problem was that they were in a dark location and trying to look into a well-lit area, across a river, with limited magnification. And, due to how the properties of night-vision work, there was light bouncing around through the heavy throng of raindrops, as well as off of the rolling tops of the waves that they were falling into. The vixen found an immediate appreciation for how well equipped her previous position had been. Agent Savage was stuck in the early- to mid-2000s as far as their equipment went: which is probably why he stole, as much as he could get his paws on, from the enemy. He was probably also bartering with local Special Forces mammals for other items.

"There's a set of thermals in your bag, Snowball. Get them out and let me know what you see." Jack ordered.

A paw reached out toward her back to pat down the pockets. Sure enough, one of the smaller side pockets had an odd lump in it, so she quietly unsealed the pocket before actually looking towards what she had been doing.

Alright… Not entirely old-school…

The surprise was finding an L3Harris AN/PAS-13G(V)1 Light-Weapon Thermal Sight. The thermal imaging would offer a far cleaning image to make assessments through. Skye immediately twisted the ACOG's Killflash honeycomb out of the way before clipping the LWTS to the rail directly in front of the magnified optic's aperture, on top of the forward Rail Integrated System of the rifle. Her soaked paw turned her AN/PVS-15s up and away from her eyes: switching them off with a flick as she did so. Her paw shot forward to engage the power on the thermal device and things became a whole lot clearer. Everything that was "dead" was pitch black, the lights were of a smaller, muted gray, and the mammals who were working the area were in a hot-white. Of course, the settings were reversible for "black-hot", but she preferred it with the "white-hot" setting. Skye had to deal quite a bit more rain streaming down her face, but it was not a problem due to the eyepiece that kept it out of her right eye.

Now, the vixen could see the gray outlines of the forest, Connex boxes, parked vehicles, the sky was pitch dark and there was no streaking of light capture from the rain. What little streaking that did occur was muted black and disappeared quickly. Forklifts buzzed around the area with distinctly glowing-white hues about them. The first dead giveaway that something was up in the area was the fact that there were several larger-framed mammals in the area. It could not always be assumed that they were bad guys, though, because a lot of corporate workers came out of Australia and New Zealand to take up high-paying jobs while being an area with a lower cost-of-living. What gave the opposition forces away was the gear they wore and the weapons. Both the body armor sets and the rifles or submachine-guns were clearly distinguished by the pitch-black outlines over top of the lighter gray or white thermal signatures.

There were seven armed hostiles just on their side of the compound. One could say that they were the Shipping and Receiving group at this particular port. They didn't work the outer perimeter or the gate at the main entrance. They took care of the cargo and the boat security. Skye guess there were at least that many, but more likely up to twelve more, on the other side of the Connexs and buildings nearer to the business and commercial entrances. The vixen could not see any special assets, but that did not mean that the Unknowns did not have any. And, what was more, she could not tell if they had any heavy weapons: such as rocket-propelled grenade launchers or general-purpose machine-gun emplacements. So, she keyed her radio and relayed her assessment to the gray-furred buck – wherever the hell he was sitting at.

"You're pretty close…" Jack radioed back to her. "There's fourteen spread out between the interior Connex boxes and the front gate."

Skye debated on asking the question for a split-second. "Is it wise to have a drone up?" She finally whispered.

"I don't." The buck's replied, pausing for several minutes. "I'm across the river."

The vixen immediately thrust her lower body sideways to swing the carbine around on it's bipod: internally cringing at the slap that came from the grounding of her lower pelvis back against Mother Earth's-soaked surface. Skye's face never wavered from the eye-box as she attempted to use the thermal imager to scan for the smaller mammal's form. After a moment, she assumed that he was building something because nothing that small registered through within the scope.

"How would we go about neutralizing this group, Snowball?" Jack's infuriating tone was smug through the COMMs channel.

"We wouldn't! This is too small-time!" The vixen snarled. "How the fuck did you get over there in this current?!"

"I swam across." The buck replied indignantly.

There really had been no other discreet way, after all.

He's a fucking lunatic! Skye thought, disregarding any sort of internal decorum.

When Skye swung the rifle's muzzle back to the left, she found the buck charging across the elevated loading area. The two sentries, who had been on the lower dock, were nowhere to be seen. Two more, near the ramp to get to the first group's area, were laying on the cement. There was no way to tell if they were still alive or not… Not for another fifteen- or twenty-minutes, at least. Once enough of their body heat has dissipated.

"This idea would have been smarter if we had one more member on a DMR while two of us operated on that side of the river." Skye finally answered the rabbit buck's question.

"You've got Seventy-Seven-grain OTMs loaded, you're running a Fourteen-Five-inch barrel, and the optic is zeroed on a thirty-six-to-three-hundred-yard ballistic measurement! Winds blowing at twelve from right-to-left! All of your targets are within four-hundred-fifty-yards!" Jack snarled back. "Figure it the fuck out!"

The buck had not been lying. They had already gone through all of the range measurements during their daytime reconnaissance. So, with a careful holdover of the chevron reticle, Skye squeezed off a disgruntled shot at one of the alerted sentries, whom Jack was within two yards of making the kill himself, and the vixen dropped the target like a sack of stones. The shot had been a clean headshot from the height of the blood and brain-matter that was sprayed against the Connex behind the target.

Jack slammed into the sentry's partner with a brutal shove. The opposition fell to the ground without so much as a firearm's discharge. It seemed that the buck was utilizing a knife to do all of his work. Skye immediately turned the carbine left, then right, to search for any other armed sentries on elevated positions. The gray background of the forest became more and more muted as she spotted a mammal with a rifle; who was changing the focus of her thermal imaging scope by firing bursts of automatic fire down towards the rabbit below. This time, she heard the crack of her carbine as clear as her headset would allow. Even through the flash-hider, there was a puff of localized and ignited cordite from the end of the barrel. It made her ears ring upon the memory of not receiving a suppressor for the H&K. Two more rounds were squeezed off when she realized that the target seemed to have a ballistic plate in the front of their IBA unit. The three rounds finally put the target down and over the side of the two-story rooftop for the main office.

There were no more targets for her to take note of and Jack had disappeared from the immediate front of her stage. There was limited automatic weapons fire behind much of the machinery and shipping containers. Nothing that she could personally answer herself, though. Fortunately, it had sounded as if the psychotic buck had begun to answer gunfire with gunfire. And, it was not as if Jack was unaware that she could not help him on that general area.

Seven-minutes later, all that could be heard was the sizzling of her flash-hider in the rain and the distant thunder from the south. Not quite as far south as Jakarta.

"There is going to be a group of mammals coming around the containers on the west side. They're headed for the lower dock. Do not fire on them. They're civilians." Jack relayed sharply.

"Understood. Holding position to render support as needed." The vixen replied, slowly sliding her body back and forth against the ground to change her angle-of-fire measuredly.

Periodically, she would take long enough to look at the white-hot blob that was moving, in unison, towards the lower dock. A small mammal figure could be seen directing them nearby. The end of the Australian-manufactured bullpup blended into the grays of his hindlegs due to how hot the rifle still was. A forearm was jutted out, more often than not, as the buck was clearly yelling orders that the disorganized group of civilians on the dockside.

The blob of mammals steadily made its way into a larger boat, that was moored on the dock, before the lines were cast away, and the motor roared the vessel away from the area. To the east. Not across the river to the southeast, but towards the entrance of the river at the northeast.

"Jack!" Skye hissed. "Where are they going?"

What she meant was 'you' in the line-of-inquiry, but she did not want to seem desperate to not be left behind by a superior officer. Of course, she did not let the desperation creep into her voice while looking through the thermal imaging optic. It was not something that could be so readily dismissed considering how much of a wildcard that Jack Savage was. Not just in all the time he had been disavowed, but more-so due to the fact that she had only known him for less than 24-hours.

"Savage!"

Skye had not seen in movement by the time that the fifteenth minute had passed through the watch on her wrist. The thermal optic was switched off before she removed the AN/PAS-13G(V)1 from the RIS. Once the optic was carefully put away in her bag, the vixen flipped her AN/PVS-15 dual-tubes down in front of her eyes and her body was brought into a kneeling position so that the bag could be thrown onto her frame.

The vixen picked her carbine up from the muddy ground, shaking it out a little after doing so, before making a 360-degree sweep of her immediate area. The only rendezvous point was meaning at the drop-point where the boat had been anchored up at. Skye did not dare set off one of the infrared options from the AN/PEQ-15 – either the targeting laser or the illuminator – out of fear that the enemy contingent having NVGs/NODs of their own. She did not need to give away her location in the middle of a jungle that was, for all intent and purpose, owned by the opposition. Skye would rather skin herself than deal with the consequences of that mistake. Most foreign backgrounds would ensure that she was killed after she had been thoroughly tortured for information. All of those foreign backgrounds would make sure that she was mercilessly passed around and raped during the interim of the interrogations.

The rain was pelting her fur at such a rate that Skye had stopped believing that she was covered by a rainforest canopy. The rubber-eyepieces on the night-vision goggles were beginning to fill with water every few minutes: forcing the vixen to kneel and squint or jostle the whole apparatus, on its swiveling mount, to clear the residual liquid. It was at one point, when she stood up to continue on her egress, that an odd flash dropped out from the tree limbs above her head. Her carbine was brought to bear, but there was nothing for her to do but wait for her night-vision system to clear of the whitewash even as Skye threw her body to the left. She was hoping to end up in some bushes, at least, but all she did was bounce and tumble around a large tree trunk before closing her eyes tightly. Skye was hoping that her eyes would clear of the previous flash in time for her night-vision to be clear.

"It's just me, Snowball."

Skye dropped the H&K's muzzle like an axe as she came back around the tree. There was no ballistic drop-compensating chevron within her night-vision viewscreen, though. The vixen had not even bothered to attempt to touch off the nickel-sized button for the infrared laser setting of the PEQ. The entirety of her green-tinged visuals was filled with a flowing natural background, due to how hard the local wind was blowing, and the distinct outline of Jack Savage as he stood at a relaxed posture within a very small opening that she had originally planned on passing through.

"Where in the fuck have you been?!" Skye snarled.

Underneath the buck's own dual-tube PVS setup there was a wide and toothy grin. Jack had no problem harassing the vixen in her time of worry.

"Pool tryouts for the Olympics." The buck growled back.

Skye pushed off of her makeshift position, behind a far smaller tree than what she had originally thought it was, and she shoved her way passed the buck. She was headed for the boat that they had rode in on.

"Take it easy, S'mores." Jack laughed as he began to trudge on behind her. "I'm not the enemy."

Skye was stewing in her anger as she splashed through the undergrowth, very eager to find an armed hostile behind any single branch of fauna, as she thought about the level of danger that the rabbit had put her in. She was also angry at herself, because that concern was sitting on shaky argumentative grounds, due to the fact that she was who she was within the ZIA.

…despite the lack of military experience, Director White's words, concerning her employment history, rattled around in her head.

This is what he meant by how much more experienced Savage is, the vixen thought. And, he wasn't even in a life-or-death situation…

It was the comparative inexperience that drove her fury to rather inconvenient levels internally. The understanding of the differences merely fanned the flames. In reality, the only anger that was valid and warranted was that he had gone COMMs-dark during one of the most high-profile operations that she had been in. But, the reality only made her furious. There had been no "pre-game", change-of-mission status update to what had ended up occurring.

The entire journey back to the boat was only as quiet as the storm allowed it to be. Several nautical miles of distance had passed as Skye stood at the rear of the main deck: letting the hammering storm wash her fur and kit clean of the mud that she had previously been laying in. Jack was propped up against the internal struct of the lower cabin on the main deck. He was clean and dry, and smoking a cigarette as he seemed to be waiting for the vixen to consolidate her thoughts and anger. In the due course of time, Skye undid the quick-release clips on the sides of her Low-Profile Carrier and heaved the ballistic plate-encumbered system over her head and ears.

"Do you want to grow up and have this discussion now, or what?" The buck shouted, over the thrum of the rain on the decking, from several feet away. "I'd like to get some sleep here in this lifetime."

Skye spun around to find that Jack was standing in the rain, outside of his previous seating area, with a deathly-hollow and muted look on his muzzle. His change of clothes was being thoroughly soaked from the onslaught of liquid coming from Mother Nature. The two mammals were still separated by a dozen-feet or so, which was fortunate for her. Jack's consideration of the vixen made it clear that he was deciding whether or not she was to be deemed an enemy: the staring contest was deeply felt over the distance between the fox and the rabbit.

"What was that shit?" Skye outright shouted.

"That was a previously-one mammal unit doing exactly what he had been doing for years." Jack replied calmly. Or as 'calmly' as one could consider the raised voice. "It's something that you know nothing about, and you were the one who was requested to come out here to learn this shit."

Skye dropped the JPC on the deck of the ship and crossed over to where Jack was standing – soaking, if one was to consider his relaxed nature. The vixen had not realized that she had given herself away.

"So, you just go out and do your own thing anyway?!" Skye yelled, throwing out a punch against the smaller mammal.

Angela 'Skye' Harris was pinballed. Literally. Unrelenting anger led to a rather painful result. Jack had seen the balling of her paws and struck before she was even quarter way tuned-in to strike out at the buck. The vixen's mind remained clear enough to recognize the roundhouse kick that she received to the side of her head. What little remained of that consciousness caught enough visual stimulation to watch as a downturned forepaw hammered her upper-right muzzle, between the nostrils and her eye-socket, causing a massive mental blackout on the backend of the ordeal.

When she woke up, she was propped up into the galley table's bench with a white towel draped over her eyes, and she had a massive headache in her frontal lobe. Somewhere within the room, she heard the heavy thumps of their Individual Body Armor kits hitting the floor. A slowly rising paw caught a hold of the towel and pulled it down across her muzzle. The internal lighting was harsh on her eyes and several blinks were needed to clear up her discomfort. When Skye could finally see the gray-furred buck, she was greeted by a deathly serious tone written across his muzzle.

"If you so much as swing a hindpaw around that bench, I'm going to put your lights out again." Jack's voice was extremely calm. "I'm going to get some hot food ready and we're going to calmly discuss what just took place over dinner. Dry off a bit."

Jack swung his way around to the semi-separated kitchenette and kept an ear on the vixen at the table while his eyes and paws were sorting out their dinner. Skye looked down to find a package of painkillers and a small glass of water sitting on the table in front of her. The towel went ignored as she carefully scooped up the package and ripped it open so that the medication could be consumed with a flush of water. After that, both of her forepaws took up the towel to begin rubbing her water-inundated fur atop her head, then her neck and eventually her arms after the camouflage blouse was removed. The sleeveless undershirt was soaked and heavy against her fur despite the how firmly she was trying to soak the colder feeling out of the remainder of her torso's coverings.

It provided enough distraction from her pain and anger to force her mind away from paying attention to Jack: up until the buck set her plate down on the table in front of her. The vixen's eyes came back up to meet his while Jack took a seat across from her. There was nothing on the whole planet that could keep her eyes on his. Jack made her feel like a whipped kit from how well he was able to project a subdued level of fury against her physically. The only degree of gratitude that she could offer was the politeness of eating the offered dinner. Even the surprise at the fact that the two mammals were eating the exact same chicken fettuccine alfredo dish had to be stamped out. Jack read that thought off of the look that had been written on her muzzle; tilting his head in response, daring her to make a comment or inquiry. He was the first prey mammal that was absolutely not afraid of her. Skye had to use every fiber of her being not to naturally lift her muzzle to show her throat to her superior: because there was a tendril within that did have some bit of fear for him.

"Normally, I would not be so inclined to share. But, you're here to potentially assist me." Jack began after pointedly chewing on a large piece of grilled chicken. "So, what portion of redemption are you going to reach for first?"

There was a flick of Skye's ear, but nothing other than that from the vixen while she ate her food.

"From the beginning, then. I'll keep it short, though." Jack took the reins. "I am approaching my sixth-year since 'going public' and just over two-years since I lost the partner that I had been running around with. What I need you to understand, about what took place tonight, is that the whole of the nearly six-years? It was spent on our own and, then, on my own."

The mutual staring renewed as Skye wisely chose to wait for Jack to continue. He was clearly wondering if she was following the scent that he was laying down or if she was just a nose-blind fucking idiot.

"Vixen!" Jack growled after a minute passed. "You're the first support that I've seen in that long. You need to understand… That's what this is!"

It was the first time that Jack's fury had bubbled forth, causing him to lay down his fork against the edge of the plate, and what was even more startling was that the buck looked concerned and vulnerable.

Skye opened and closed her mouth, searching for the right phrase lead with, and nothing came out until the rabbit buck raised an eager paw in her direction.

"I was under the impression that we were recon'ing the location. And, by extension, I thought that the point was to not give our operation away to the enemy force." Skye clarified stiffly.

"There are pros and cons to not being hamstrung by a command-and-control structure. The civilians had just been brought in for transport out of the area. So, I made the executive decision to release them." Jack explained.

"And, what about the fact that the U.C. will be notified of the strike on one of their less important rally-points?" The vixen continued.

"If I had five or ten more likeminded mammals, such as myself, leading six-mammal teams around the nation, I'd be able to go ahead with a frontal assault on the majority of their bases. But, as is in the case of the current situation, it's you, me, and a drone during a night worth of shit-weather. So, we strike when it's convenient for us to do so and we observe all other activity – if there's absolutely no possibility of winning the firefight." Jack said, waving his fork between the fox, the idea of more mammals being involved, and the enemy element beyond the hull of the ship.

"So, we're helping who we can, when we can, and all others must wait for the report to hit a unit who can stop their transport." Skye clarified.

"And, until you start playing on my team, it's just me that is seeing to the aid of these smuggled mammals out here." Jack retorted calmly. "We work on the behalf of the ZIA, S'mores. That doesn't mean that there is any support for them. Which brings us back to my original point that you are the first support that I've seen in years."

"You're telling me that you can't create a resistance movement against the U.C.?" Another flare of anger hit Skye.

Jack's face morphed with both an entertained and confused raising of his brow while his muzzle was a flat-out, awkward grin. "This isn't an internal resistance scenario… It's not a post-U.S.S. Cole bombing, Two-Thousand-One as the Americans headed into Afghanistan moment, Snowball. The Uniform Company is not from this area of the Southeast Asian Pacific to the best of our knowledge and intelligence gathering. Furthermore, this is not even close to being the first or only smuggling operation to have a part on these local docks. It's just the most sophisticated. And, the locals can't tell the difference between an intraprovincial dope smuggling operation versus an international mammal smuggling operation. So, who the fuck am I really going to recruit around here… in this backwater?" Jack finally leaned back against his headrest with an entertained look dancing across his brow.

They both knew that she was out of her depth on this mission and Jack had absolutely no issue with letting a prick's demeanor show at that fact. The logic was sound, as well. This was not a case of a third-party moving in to help one side of a nation fight off an aggressing opposition party. What was worse was that it seemed as if the Indonesians were spread thin enough as it was. Which was funny considering how much larger of a country they were compared to Zootopia. Both were miniscule, by comparison, if one threw in the United Mammalian States of America into the mix. And, it was, without a doubt, that at least three different nations were attempting to deal with this one outside entity within Indonesia proper. There might have even been a PACRIM coalition, that the vixen had not previously heard of, to deal with this specific issue.

"Is there anybody else stomping around out here?" Skye inquired about other units.

"There are several other nationalities running private security for their own interests in the area. Russian, Japanese, Korean, etcetera. I think that there is a British Intelligence unit running around. I know of no other foreign units operating here, though." The buck responded.

"What makes you think that the British are here?" Skye replied quickly.

"Non-native species, in local military garb, and speaking English. I have enough lines back to Zootopia and D.C. to know that they weren't either of our S.F. groups, and there's no reason for the Irish or Canadians to be out here."

"So, you have no definitive accents. But, you do have concise English recorded or heard…" The vixen drew out most of what was being conveyed.

"And, enough differences between our two countries' colloquialisms to direct the compass's needle, if you get my drift. Maybe they are mercenaries and maybe they aren't." The rabbit finalized with a shrug, obviously trying to power through the rest of his meal in silence.

"And, you think that small-time docks justify a strike." Skye said quietly.

For some reason, her mouth continued to overrun her ass's ability to keep up with the mindset of the buck. Her consciousness realized that the words were spoken far later than when Jack's hateful glare had twisted up to meet her gaze. The only thing that kept the urine from exiting her body was the energy that was being poured into floofing-out her tail, due to the fear of Jack sliding out of the booth. It looked as if he was about to answer the slight again.

For a split second.

It was, at that point, that Skye was glad that she had not eaten much of the food that the furious buck had made. The taste of the dinner would have been ruined by the fact that a fist had flown right into her muzzle. Blood burst out from the inside of both her nostrils and her upper lip.

"Do you think that a pawful of innocents doesn't warrant a rescue?!" Jack snarled.

Oxygen is critical to making proper, conscious decisions. Skye realized that she had made a mistake in challenging Jack's history, while on oxygen, a split second before one of his paws slammed into her throat and began to close any further discussion on the subject. He was crushing her windpipe.

"You're not even fighting back." Jack commented dryly, only holding her with the single paw. Even as his opposite paw hovered nearby: to strike out at any defiance. "So, you're not one of them! You're just a confused little suit from the ZIA. And, you smell like you are from nothing. You value nothing. You have nothing. Yet, you question my support for other mammals of a similar background?"

"I 'ave za Zee-Ah-Eh!" Skye choked out: while her hindpaws scrambled desperately against the floor.

The slick wooden decking only incited more fear. There was nothing for her claws to dig into so that her body would remain upright. Unfortunately, the Arctic fox's body was still desperately attempting to push herself upright enough to breath in some fresh oxygen. It was amazing now strong the smaller rabbit buck was.

"You chastise me, but retort with that…" Jack sneered harshly. "You can't even comprehend what they did to me… What an acting-Director did to my life."

The normally striped buck slowly pushed Skye back into her bench and released her. Her towel, which she had previously had over her head, had slipped to the floor. Jack took the time to lean over and pick it up even as the vixen was coughing and gagging. It was tossed into her lap once he had a paw on it.

"You're acting like a stupid little kit," Jack finally said, smoothing out his shirt before sitting down again. "And, I'm out here trying to save lives."

Skye was too busy dabbing the blood away from her sore muzzle to make any sort of response. She could only wince every couple of minutes while keeping a weary eye on Jack. He was busy scraping off the remains of the fettucine before wiping his gray paw of her blood, folding the napkin rather sharply, and then proceeding to politely clean his lips. He ignored how tightly the vixen swallowed the blood-saliva mix that had pooled on her tongue. The two remained silent, and to Skye it felt like forever, for nearly fifteen-minutes. The blood mixed with the food that she was attempting to eat painlessly.

"For as much of a pain-in-the-ass as you have been tonight, I will readily admit that you did well…" Jack stated: both in a slow, but kind fashion. "If my count was right… There were nearly seventy civilians locked up on that dock. Nearly thirty of them were kits under the age of twelve. So, I will thank you for assisting in the termination of the sentries."

Such the sudden turn of the conversation made the vixen's head turn upside-down. Skye had literally been at the point where she was wondering if lethal force was going to need to be considered for the buck… and, she was absolutely concerned that she would lose the subsequent engagement with the more experienced agent.

"We're about twenty-minutes out from the next location." Jack surprised Skye after a thirty-second count.

"I thought you wanted to sleep." Skye said as her breath wheezed out from her swollen nose.

"Work first, sleep later. And, there's roughly six-hours of operable time within the night." The buck explained. He looked tired, but it was clear that that did not matter to him.

"I got the gist that you did not want me involved anymore." The vixen indicated painfully.

"I need the support, Agent Harris." Jack admitted. "But, I will lump you up and return you to the Director in a far sadder shape than the way I received you."

Jack withdrew himself from the booth again and began wandering around the galley: putting some things away and collecting other items. He returned long enough to remove his plate to take it over to the sink. The rabbit buck worked his way over to his room, disappearing into its depths and not returning for several minutes. When Jack did, he was in a fresh set of BDUs and immediately reaching for his body armor. It was immediately apparent when he threw it on that the soaked set was beginning to wet the dry fabric of his camouflage blouse. His gray paws ran a belt through all of his trouser loops, as well as the Kydex channel for his drop-leg holster assembly, before being tightened through the D-ring buckle at the front of his pelvis. The lower Cobra buckle was clipped together once the leg-strap was wrapped around his thigh.

"So, Agent Harris…" Jack asked without looking up from the adjustments that he was making to his normally worn ensemble. "Are you going to help me?"

The snowy vixen felt a single nod of her head.