Seattle wasn't exactly an environmentally friendly place. After the Salish-Shidhe was formed, they had imposed regulations to control the pollution, but it still didn't stop all of it. The smoke trailing from the lit end of Jack's cigarette didn't exactly help things, but at the same time it wasn't harmful by itself either.
Jack took one last drag off the cigarette and then simply tossed the butt down onto the floor of the bullet train car, heel pressing down against it to extinguish it. As he forced the remaining smoke out of his lungs he thought back to what had just happened. An innocent had been hit by a stray bullet. He began thinking perhaps he should have offered some assistance, but that thought was dispelled as he looked down at his watch. No time for something like that, and besides..people don't walk around that part of town without expecting to catch a bullet at least once in their life.
Whenver Jack thought of the past, one thing always seemed to pop into his mind. His wife. One moment he was riding the tube, thinking about some poor sod that accidently got shot, and the next he was standing on the rooftop of the corp building he'd led a raid into in '52. His wife was dangling from his hand off the edge of that roof, and..he was trying as hard as he could to hold onto her..a task that was only made harder due to the gunshot wound he'd taken.
"Jack, get yer hoop in gear! We don't have any more fraggin' time!"
That was Frank, the only remaining member of his team. The rest had fallen victim to the ambush that had been set for them. Frank had taken a few bullets, but..being an ork, he was quite a bit tougher than most of the others, and he was still fine...well...more or less.
Unfortunately for Frank, that was all soon to change..the door to the stairwell leading to the roof burst open, and...Jack sat up with a start, realizing he was still on the tube. He looked around the passenger car and blinked a few times, then grabbed onto his right hand with his left, trying to stop it from shaking. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one of the other passengers, an average-looking human woman, was staring at him, but he didn't think much of it, figuring his sudden movement must have captured her attention. He gave her a more appraising glance...curly brown hair, somewhat pale skin, green eyes. Not too bad looking, but..not even on the level that his wife was. His attention snapped back to where he was
as the tube lurched to a halt. It was his stop.
Jack took one last drag off the cigarette and then simply tossed the butt down onto the floor of the bullet train car, heel pressing down against it to extinguish it. As he forced the remaining smoke out of his lungs he thought back to what had just happened. An innocent had been hit by a stray bullet. He began thinking perhaps he should have offered some assistance, but that thought was dispelled as he looked down at his watch. No time for something like that, and besides..people don't walk around that part of town without expecting to catch a bullet at least once in their life.
Whenver Jack thought of the past, one thing always seemed to pop into his mind. His wife. One moment he was riding the tube, thinking about some poor sod that accidently got shot, and the next he was standing on the rooftop of the corp building he'd led a raid into in '52. His wife was dangling from his hand off the edge of that roof, and..he was trying as hard as he could to hold onto her..a task that was only made harder due to the gunshot wound he'd taken.
"Jack, get yer hoop in gear! We don't have any more fraggin' time!"
That was Frank, the only remaining member of his team. The rest had fallen victim to the ambush that had been set for them. Frank had taken a few bullets, but..being an ork, he was quite a bit tougher than most of the others, and he was still fine...well...more or less.
Unfortunately for Frank, that was all soon to change..the door to the stairwell leading to the roof burst open, and...Jack sat up with a start, realizing he was still on the tube. He looked around the passenger car and blinked a few times, then grabbed onto his right hand with his left, trying to stop it from shaking. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one of the other passengers, an average-looking human woman, was staring at him, but he didn't think much of it, figuring his sudden movement must have captured her attention. He gave her a more appraising glance...curly brown hair, somewhat pale skin, green eyes. Not too bad looking, but..not even on the level that his wife was. His attention snapped back to where he was
as the tube lurched to a halt. It was his stop.