OK I"VE BEEN WRITING TO LONG. MY BUTT HURTS FROM SITTING IN THIS DAMN CHAIR FOR THE PAST FEW HOURS. I'M CRANKY CUZ MY BUM HURTS. AND I"VE ALREADY FORGOTEN WHERE I SHOT JACK.

Tony sat in what would become his room and watched through the one-way mirror with Kate next to him. He knew this was going to be as difficult as when he had to inflict the pain earlier to Jack. He watched as the Jack slowly came around. They had long sense took the restraints off him, and Tony began to wonder if that was the best idea. He watched as Jack stood up putting his hand on the gurney and looking around clearly getting his bearings. He found it weird to watch him. He wondered if Jack knew there were people watching him, he was sure Jack assumed it, and that would mean his guard was up, but would he loose that guard eventually?

Tony than noticed the big man walk into the room. There was no doubt in Tony's mind that the man could take Jack in his current state. He just hoped it wouldn't be to harsh for Jack.

Jack slowly game out of the groggy state he had been put in by the drugs. He stood up and felt the pain in his lower abdomen (I THINK I SHOT HIM THERE). He looked around the room trying to figure out where he was. It was a jail that was for sure. There was a small mattress on the floor in the corner, and a table, two chairs, and a hook hanging from the ceiling. It gave him cold chills it was almost an exact replica of the room he had been in after Nina had taken him to North Africa.

Before he was fully back to his now normal mode the door opened and in walked a huge guy. Jack off hand judged that he was about three hundred pounds, and almost seven feet tall. Jack smiled at him, to show he wasn't intimidated by him.

The man walked up to Jack smiling at him, he threw a punch that Jack blocked quickly. Before Jack could bring his arm up again to block the man hit him in the gun shot wound. Jack fell to the ground gasping in pain.

As Tony watched he wanted to run in the room and fight the man. That was a really cheap shot and he knew it. He could easily beat the crap out of Jack without hitting him in the already wounded areas.

While Jack was on the ground curled up in pain the man bent down and grabbed a fist full of Jack's hair he pulled him up to his feet and looked in Jack's pain ridden eyes, "I heard you killed a few people today. Good people, and you were going to kill more."

"Only after I finished sleeping with your mother." Jack spat out at him.

The man hit Jack again, but this time in the chest and than the head. He continued to hold Jack up by his hair, "Are you sure it was my mom, now?" The man asked waiting for Jack to say something else.

"Yeah she said her son was a big ugly mother fu(ker that made a bull dog look handsome." Jack smiled through the pain.

The man grabbed Jack's throat and lifted him off the ground he was trully angry and not just playing a part. Holding Jack off the ground for a few seconds before he threw Jack through the air into the wall.

Jack landed on the floor with a thud and a groan. The man quickly covered the ground between them. Jack was to sore to try to sit up or move. The pain was horrible every part of him ached and the gun shot wound screamed out in pain ever second. The man reached Jack who lay on the floor still. He towered over him and asked, "So are you sure it was my mother still?"

"Almost postive." Jack said with the pain he was in clearly coming through.

The man began to kick Jack repeatedly. He hit Jack so hard a few times that he actually lifted Jack's mangled body off the ground. When he stopped he bent down to pick Jack off the ground. This time pulling him up by his arms. "Are you still sure it was my mother?"

Jack wanted to say yes, he wasn't going to let this huge jackars intimidate him, but he was in so much pain. He felt blood dripping down his face, and out of the gun shot wound. After a moment of hesitation he answered, he spit blood out of his mouth on to the mans face, and than said, "100% positive."

The man grabbed Jack's hair and slammed his head hard into the wall. Jack was dazed by the first hit, and the second damn near knocked him out. The man let him fall to the ground and looked at him, he wasn't sure if he could continue without killing him. "I'll be back to get the answer to my question later." The man left Jack on the ground.

Tony watched all of this in horror. This wasn't the Jack he knew, he would admit he almost laughed a few times at the comments Jack made, but that wasn't Jack. He was not the smart ars type. He was horrified for Jack at the same time, he wasn't sure how much he could take and he knew most of the people here didn't care, they had to try either results didn't matter. Finally he broke the silence that had taken over the room and asked Kate, "Is someone going to check on him?"

"He's fine. We have the room equipped with special equipment that can monitor his heart rate, blood pressure, and other things without actually coming into contact with him. He's fine." She said trying to convince herself.

"What now?"

"The music has began you won't hear it, but it's playing loud and clear in there. Very loud louder than standing next to the speakers at a rock concert. That'll help break him down."

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