Taking Down The Warren

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Taking Down The Warren

They were all in positions, as far as he could tell and he gazed at his manipulator that had been enhanced with the tracking devices.  Calling up the display, which hovered like a hologram over his wrist with an areal view of the warehouse and the surrounding areas, Jack counted dots.  White dots for the werewolves, forty-three of them now.  The ones from around the city had returned this afternoon to sleep away the daylight hours.  Light green for the human operatives.  Deep yellow-gold for the Jacks because of what they were infused with.  Peter, Kate and Liz were a soft blue, mutated humans.  Red and Alisa didn't show up at all because of what they happened to be.

"Role call everyone.  Team Alpha at the rear entrance.  Jack, Gadget, Gwen, all here.  Team Beta?"  They were at the front entrance, the first to go in.  He listened for New York Jack, his wife, and Kate to call out.  Good.  "Team Gamma?"  They were also at the front.  The other Jack from New York, Rose Tyler, Red and Liz Sherman.  Again, he waited for the all clear.  They were damage control, defense.  "Team Delta?"  His other Jack, Peter Petrelli and Renee, up on the roof.  Their job was strictly support, to clean out the top of the warehouse, to back up the Rift team or extract damaged agents.

When the all clear was sounded, he turned back to those in the SUV, running intelligence from the Hubs.  Both Iantos, Jackie and Owen for triage.  Just in case.

"All right folks.  Beta and Gamma, it's your show."

Comments

[iwasforgiven]

"She'll be fine.." Jack lowers her down to the ground. He figures it has to do with maybe a delay. Of course, the severity of injuries for himself depends on how long they do take to bring him back.


Jack seats himself down on the ground with her, and props her head up. It shouldn't be much longer he figures.


As if on time, or it just took it's damn time she finally opens her eyes. Her body still healing, but there's no further risk of bleeding out, there's still signs of the fact. Yes. She was food. She shakes her head to clear herself out, she takes in a few deeps breaths. "Saint Peter was constipated." She mutters to herself under her breath.

[timecaptain.livejournal.com]

And this Jack laughed about Gadget's statement, knowing he wasn't exempt from that either. He leaned on one hand, not ready to stand up and go anywhere yet. He slid a hand over his face, looking down at himself. Another pair of clothes ruined. This was becoming a bloody habit.

[joanofalltrades.livejournal.com]

"I think next time we should just nuke it from space." She's only half-joking, a big bomb would work too.

Kate lays down on the grass. She doesn't care if it gets into her hair. That's what long, hot showers are for.

[timecaptain.livejournal.com]

"That'd be a great idea," he laughed a little. "Send a little robot in to put the rift device in and boom."

[zepplin-pilot.livejournal.com]

"But we were lucky, what if it messes up." She managed to sit up and groaned. "Okay that was a mistake."

[timecaptain.livejournal.com]

"Easy there, darling, just rest it off," he said, looking at her and nodded some. "Not so fast."

[iwasforgiven]

Alisa just lays there, a still mending hand rests on the grass or whatever else is in it. It simply is a nice feeling. "Coffee, with a sliver of amarretto in it..." She purses her lips, as she just looks between her Jack and time Jack.


Jack looks over to see Gadget, then the others around him. He shifts Alisa a bit, he's not going to move her as he lets her head rest on his lap. He sighs, knowing this could of been a lot worse. A lot worse, but the group effort did pay off in the end. "Everyone did great..." He says, a bit of a smile on his face. "..today.."