Slowly but surely, their eyes and ears had been blocked by the organizations that were supposed to support them. As members of the intelligence gathering branch fell little by little and then the suspension of Blackwatch, they had been more and more pushed into a corner. Information wasn’t getting to them, so they were not able to respond as quickly. There were times he walked into briefings and meetings and asked questions of information he knew nothing about.
While they had tried to humiliate him, he was simply more aggressive on why such information had been passed along since Overwatch was an international responsibility. It had been frustrating and trying, but now… he almost wished for those days of stiff-lipped slimy bureaucrates. It was better than watching such destruction on the holovid.
“If that’s what it takes for you to eat, by all means eat the rest of the protein bar if you can stomach it.” He was wishing that MRE was faster, but some things just couldn’t be hurried. A warm meal was one of them, and it wasn’t like this place had a microwave. “We should have stolen crackers.” Whenever he was stressed or pressed for a meeting time, Jack ate crackers. When he was a boy, it was bread but it wasn’t feasible to keep bread in his desk drawers. He could hide boxes of crackers wherever and whenever he needed to.
He was still drinking in the scenes, but his focus was on Angela, surprised she was there. He reached up and carefully stroked a hand over Gabe’s head, straining to hear. Unfortunately, he suspected their hearing had been partially damaged in the explosion so he wasn’t able to pick out all the words. “Turn it up, would you? I can’t hear. What’s she doing here and not in the rubble?”
He never liked it when Angela was sad or upset. He understood the reason, of course. She had lost friends in that explosion same as everyone else. Was she looking for them? For her medical teams? Had she been hurt?
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While they had tried to humiliate him, he was simply more aggressive on why such information had been passed along since Overwatch was an international responsibility. It had been frustrating and trying, but now… he almost wished for those days of stiff-lipped slimy bureaucrates. It was better than watching such destruction on the holovid.
“If that’s what it takes for you to eat, by all means eat the rest of the protein bar if you can stomach it.” He was wishing that MRE was faster, but some things just couldn’t be hurried. A warm meal was one of them, and it wasn’t like this place had a microwave. “We should have stolen crackers.” Whenever he was stressed or pressed for a meeting time, Jack ate crackers. When he was a boy, it was bread but it wasn’t feasible to keep bread in his desk drawers. He could hide boxes of crackers wherever and whenever he needed to.
He was still drinking in the scenes, but his focus was on Angela, surprised she was there. He reached up and carefully stroked a hand over Gabe’s head, straining to hear. Unfortunately, he suspected their hearing had been partially damaged in the explosion so he wasn’t able to pick out all the words. “Turn it up, would you? I can’t hear. What’s she doing here and not in the rubble?”
He never liked it when Angela was sad or upset. He understood the reason, of course. She had lost friends in that explosion same as everyone else. Was she looking for them? For her medical teams? Had she been hurt?