"Hey Tony." Jack greeted. Tony's eyes penetrated Jack's gaze, and he came right out with it. "It's about Michelle." he admitted, watching Tony for any emotion. So far there wasn't sign of one.
Tony chewed this over; making sure Jack couldn't see how much that name affected him. If he concentrated he could see her coming through the door. She was right there behind Jack, smiling. Jack noticed that Tony's eyes had drifted to the door behind him. He spun around quickly and then looked back at Tony, who had snapped out of it. There was no one there. Jack waited for Tony to speak, and when he didn't he walked over and sat next to his friend.
"Is she alive?" Tony asked. The man next to him was taken aback at his friend's bluntness, but then again, two years in prison could do that to you.
"Yes." he answered honestly. "But Tony, she's not doing well."
"What's going on?" he asked. Jack looked down at the floor and cracked his knuckles. Tony became impatient quickly. "Jack?"
"She's sick Tony. She's in the hospital." Jack explained.
"What does she have?" Tony asked, his concern apparent on his face.
"She asked me not to tell you, but…" Jack was cut off before he could finish.
"Damn it Jack, she's my wife!" Tony yelled, jumping to his feet. "You better tell me wha-" Before Tony finished his sentence, Jack had jumped up from the bed and punched Tony in the nose. He swung back at Jack with just as much force, but missed. Jack grabbed his throat and slammed him against the wall, pulling his gun and pointing it between Tony's eyes, holding him around the neck with his other hand.
"Cool it." Jack began. Tony began to struggle, but Jack tightened his grip and cocked his gun. "You just cool it. Now I'm sorry about Michelle, I am, but you need to calm down or you will never see her again." Jack had his attention and he knew it.
"Jack, what is going on?" he asked, truly afraid that if he had another outburst Jack would shoot him.
"You calm?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Good." Jack uncocked his gun and released Tony. He listened as his old friend gasped for air, and as soon as it had evened out, Jack walked to the door, picked up a file and threw it at Tony.
Tony picked up the papers and looked at one seriously before looking back at Jack with disbelief.
"Well, let's go Almedia. Do you want to see your wife or not?"