The Docks, Wednesday Morning

Mar 24, 2010 10:11

By now, Jack was fully kitted out -- energy weapon-resistant flak jacket, C4, holstered zat gun, his P90, and the rest of everything he'd brought from home. It looked a little odd over his flannel and jeans, but what could you do?

He peered into the fog, twitching a little. He wished he'd thought to bring a night vision scope. Or backup. Backup would be nice.

It would ALSO be nice if the onslaught of monsters would let up enough for him to get off the boat and go for help. He put down a towering broccoli-shaped beast, and a horde of little beach ball things, and then was able to take a quick breather. He was running out of ammo. His cell phone was dead. Something slimy had gnawed its way into his brain, but it didn't hurt or slow him down, so he'd have to deal with it later. Things were looking bleak.

And SOMEONE had shot up the boat while he was shooting monsters. Why they hadn't shot him, he didn't understand.

The sign on the dock still read:
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Boat for hire, if you want it.
Half off if you feel like fishing.

but it was full of bullet holes and hanging crookedly.

[Open dock is open.]

docks, jack o'neill

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