Jack saw the glimmer of the knife as it hovered next to his throat. He
grabbed the knife and pinned Shelby down on the floor. He had moved very
quickly, thanks to Black Ops training. He knew how to take down an enemy
extremely quickly.
"Sir." choked Shelby. The Colonel's hand was tight about his throat. He struggled to swallow as he appealed again to Jack. "Let me go Sir."
"So you're the sonofabitch who did this to them. I ought a kill you right here, right now." He tightened his grip.
"No, let me explain."
"What there was a scorpion on my back what?"
"Sir, let g, I'll show you."
"Oh no, I'm not going to let you g that easily."
"Colonel.I.can't.breathe"
"That's the whole idea."
Shelby suddenly kicked out and hit Jack squarely in the family jewels. Jack fell back, clutching the injured area. Shelby sat up coughing and rubbing his neck. He picked up the knife and walked to Jack. Before Jack could react, Shelby grabbed a loose thread from Jack's shirt and cut it off from the shirt. He then proceeded to drop the knife, and fall back onto his ass and sat there, trying to regain his breath.
Jack looked stunned.
"Sorry sir," grinned Shelby, nursing his gullet. "That was kinda bugging me. They don't make these things like they used to."
"Sorry, I um."
"No need to explain Colonel. I understand. I'll remember never to sneak up on you in future. Especially not bearing a knife!" He let out a feeble laugh before standing and helping the Colonel to rise.
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't be Colonel, I think we're, er equal now..." laughed Shelby sheepishly, motioning to the colonels groin. Inside, he thought that they were far from equal. He'd kill this one quickly, and have it over with.
"Yeah," laughed Jack. He sat back n the chair and picked up his soup which was still to hot to eat. He held it in his hands. The ceramic dish was comfortingly warm. He held it, almost nursing it like it were a child. He started to think about when Sam was better. He started to dream about the children they would have. A boy, he could take to watch hockey, he'd be there for him, teach him to fight. A girl, clever like her mother, someone he could be overprotective of. He smiled inwardly at the thought of warning off his daughter's suitors. He always had wanted to do that, but had never met any of Cassie's boyfriends, so he didn't get the chance.
"Um Colonel," Shelby interrupted Jack's thoughts.
"Mmm" was the response.
"I'm going to stand behind you now. Don't kill me!"
"I won't." Promised Jack. He was completely unaware that Apophis was standing directly behind him, waiting for his guard to be let down. Apophis was waiting.
"Sir." choked Shelby. The Colonel's hand was tight about his throat. He struggled to swallow as he appealed again to Jack. "Let me go Sir."
"So you're the sonofabitch who did this to them. I ought a kill you right here, right now." He tightened his grip.
"No, let me explain."
"What there was a scorpion on my back what?"
"Sir, let g, I'll show you."
"Oh no, I'm not going to let you g that easily."
"Colonel.I.can't.breathe"
"That's the whole idea."
Shelby suddenly kicked out and hit Jack squarely in the family jewels. Jack fell back, clutching the injured area. Shelby sat up coughing and rubbing his neck. He picked up the knife and walked to Jack. Before Jack could react, Shelby grabbed a loose thread from Jack's shirt and cut it off from the shirt. He then proceeded to drop the knife, and fall back onto his ass and sat there, trying to regain his breath.
Jack looked stunned.
"Sorry sir," grinned Shelby, nursing his gullet. "That was kinda bugging me. They don't make these things like they used to."
"Sorry, I um."
"No need to explain Colonel. I understand. I'll remember never to sneak up on you in future. Especially not bearing a knife!" He let out a feeble laugh before standing and helping the Colonel to rise.
"I'm sorry,"
"Don't be Colonel, I think we're, er equal now..." laughed Shelby sheepishly, motioning to the colonels groin. Inside, he thought that they were far from equal. He'd kill this one quickly, and have it over with.
"Yeah," laughed Jack. He sat back n the chair and picked up his soup which was still to hot to eat. He held it in his hands. The ceramic dish was comfortingly warm. He held it, almost nursing it like it were a child. He started to think about when Sam was better. He started to dream about the children they would have. A boy, he could take to watch hockey, he'd be there for him, teach him to fight. A girl, clever like her mother, someone he could be overprotective of. He smiled inwardly at the thought of warning off his daughter's suitors. He always had wanted to do that, but had never met any of Cassie's boyfriends, so he didn't get the chance.
"Um Colonel," Shelby interrupted Jack's thoughts.
"Mmm" was the response.
"I'm going to stand behind you now. Don't kill me!"
"I won't." Promised Jack. He was completely unaware that Apophis was standing directly behind him, waiting for his guard to be let down. Apophis was waiting.