(no subject)
Good morning, sir. Do you have a moment to talk? I wish to see if we can strike a deal.
A few hours after his conversation with Laszlo.
[Suddenly, there is a video feed from what looks like the living room of the beach house. The PDA is obviously on the floor in what looks like a pile of clothes, including Jack's trademark RAF greatcoat and another, smaller leather jacket.
There is no sign of Jack, however, just a moving wrinkle in the RAF greatcoat. It takes a few minutes but from the area of the lapel surfaces a small, fawnish red colored mouse. The mouse appears glad to have gotten out of the tangle of fabric and into the open air and he sits back on his haunches and sniffs the air.
Reaching up with his front paws, he grooms his whiskers pensively and then begins to nose around in the clothes, in particular the leather jacket which he sniffs at, little whiskers twitching across the smooth fabric. Once again, he stops and sits back on his haunches, this time drawing his tail up between his back legs and grooming vigerously.]
[ooc: Please consider the conversation with Laszlo to be locked. Jack is now a mouse, in trade for the return of Warren's jacket to Kyle. More explination will be forth coming in the good ole TL:DR]