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Title: What Money Can Buy
Pairings/Characters: Jack
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Rating: PG
"Don't," Jack said, voice soft, voice firm, his gun obscured from view by his greatcoat and its barrel dug into a suited back. "Don't move, don't call for help, don't do anything but eat your fifteen dollar sandwich."
Noah Bradley stayed hunched over as the pressure of the gun disappeared, and when Jack circled to the other side of the table he found the sandwich untouched.
"Noah," he started, as he down across from the man and put one foot up on a nearby planter. A move perfectly orchestrated to look casual, but also to draw attention to the holster at his hip. "I think you know why I'm here."
"No," answered the man with a forced calm. "Leave me alone."
"You see, I have a theory." Jack reached over, plucked an apple from the side of Bradley's plate, and tussed it in the air. "There's this guy. Low level exec, going all sorts of places, but not fast enough."
With an overly loud crunch, he took a bite out of the apple.
Bradley hadn't moved. "So what?"
"Getting there," Jack answered with his mouth full, the words obscured. "So then he gets this business proposition. Unknown benefactor wants to help him out. He gets a promotion, put on the fast track for board of directors, and an off-shore account. Maybe Swiss."
Bradley's eyes flickered to one side, then to the other, then to the holster. "It was worth it," he said finally, conviction in his voice. "I deserved that position, I did."
"All that cash," Jack drawled, ignoring his comment. "Nothing that couldn't do. Well, it sounds like a good deal, so he says yes. Only when the demands come--" he broke off and laughed to himself-- "they aren't what he expected. Not corporate espionage, no more along the lines of treason. Terrorism." Jack set down the apple, laid his hand flat on the table, and looked straight at Bradley. "And he makes his money, never realizing just how foreign his foreign power is."
Jack really wasn't all that surprised when Noah Bradley bolted. He sprung out of his seat, gun in hand, and had him pinned to the ground in less than the time it took the rest of the team to arrive.
"Who are they?" Gwen asked him later. "Jack, what is he?"
He didn't answer.
He would have had to say He's only human.
Pairings/Characters: Jack
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Rating: PG
"Don't," Jack said, voice soft, voice firm, his gun obscured from view by his greatcoat and its barrel dug into a suited back. "Don't move, don't call for help, don't do anything but eat your fifteen dollar sandwich."
Noah Bradley stayed hunched over as the pressure of the gun disappeared, and when Jack circled to the other side of the table he found the sandwich untouched.
"Noah," he started, as he down across from the man and put one foot up on a nearby planter. A move perfectly orchestrated to look casual, but also to draw attention to the holster at his hip. "I think you know why I'm here."
"No," answered the man with a forced calm. "Leave me alone."
"You see, I have a theory." Jack reached over, plucked an apple from the side of Bradley's plate, and tussed it in the air. "There's this guy. Low level exec, going all sorts of places, but not fast enough."
With an overly loud crunch, he took a bite out of the apple.
Bradley hadn't moved. "So what?"
"Getting there," Jack answered with his mouth full, the words obscured. "So then he gets this business proposition. Unknown benefactor wants to help him out. He gets a promotion, put on the fast track for board of directors, and an off-shore account. Maybe Swiss."
Bradley's eyes flickered to one side, then to the other, then to the holster. "It was worth it," he said finally, conviction in his voice. "I deserved that position, I did."
"All that cash," Jack drawled, ignoring his comment. "Nothing that couldn't do. Well, it sounds like a good deal, so he says yes. Only when the demands come--" he broke off and laughed to himself-- "they aren't what he expected. Not corporate espionage, no more along the lines of treason. Terrorism." Jack set down the apple, laid his hand flat on the table, and looked straight at Bradley. "And he makes his money, never realizing just how foreign his foreign power is."
Jack really wasn't all that surprised when Noah Bradley bolted. He sprung out of his seat, gun in hand, and had him pinned to the ground in less than the time it took the rest of the team to arrive.
"Who are they?" Gwen asked him later. "Jack, what is he?"
He didn't answer.
He would have had to say He's only human.