.1 caliber [Intro]

[goesawol]

[ACTION]

[She steps down from the bus and tugs at the strap around her shoulder tighter - she travels light, but there's something rather long, carefully wrapped, strapped between her bag and back. Squinting lightly at the warm summer sun, she sighs. Mixed feelings, all in one breath. This lady travels light except for the baggage in her mind.

Still, as she treads through the beaten paths towards an x in a map (excellent orientation skills, for one), she looks around carefully with what seems like a half smile in her piercing gaze. Yet, when she finds the place in the map, she keeps walking around, checking the Community center, the city, - greeting a couple of kids playing outside with a smile - walking through the beach... ending up finally at the Saloon around the evening, asking for a cup of tea at the counter.

Where do you meet her? ]


[VIDEO]

[That's exactly where she is when the video feed opens up. She's looking down at the screen, kohl rimmed eyes scrutinizing the device with a somewhat disappointed expression to them. She tsks.]

So unintuitive. How old is this?

[Dexterous fingers reach the screen and blip! goes the feed

Ring ring?]

Comments

[strikecommand]

You might have to remind me of them.

[He says that with a grin--Jack is definitely fishing for a compliment, perhaps a little bit.]

[goesawol]

[She knows he is, and she gives him a nudge with her shoulder, which is kind of awkward because Ana's still holding a bag and a huge rifle on it.] You know that what people have been saying about you doesn't exactly mean I agree, right?

[Teasing. Mostly. She does agree with some.]

[strikecommand]

You agree with the nice things.

[Jack knows that's not true--Ana's not his second-in-command because she's a yes man--but he can't help but needle her, on the grin on his face says as much.]

[goesawol]

[Eyebrows arched, she gives him a pointed look. A silent oh really?]

Well, I suppose I agree that half your fashion choices cut you a nice figure.

[strikecommand]

Which half?

[He imagine she's making fun of the uniform, like she doesn't wear one just like his. Despite the withering look she gives him, Jack knows that if she really wanted to shut down this line of conversation, she most certainly would.]

[goesawol]

[Ana slowly, slowly smiles.

And says nothing except:] That's a very good question.

[strikecommand]

I can wait for an answer.

[They can walk and debate, of course. It's not like they have anywhere to be.]

I've got time.

[goesawol]

[She tries to give him her most professional look.] I take it the Great Strike Commander needs help in figuring it out, then?

[strikecommand]

Sometimes it's nice to hear it from you.

[Ana look how charming he's being; how can you possibly resist?]

[goesawol]

[It's. difficult. If she's being completely honest to herself.

The fact that this is a slightly younger version of Jack Morrison makes some kind of nostalgia add up to his attempt. It's very efficient.

Very close.

But no cigar.] Only "sometimes"? I must be losing my touch.

[strikecommand]

[He can tell he's getting to her, and that just makes Jack grin a little wider, nudging her as they walk.]

Don't beat yourself up.

[goesawol]

[She nudges back, half glaring at that grin of his - at having been caught, really. The other half is too busy fighting a smile.]

I take it that you missed me, then.

[strikecommand]

I’ve been stuck here with Reyes. Of course I missed you.

[Jack says that somewhat jokingly, but there’s a truth to it. For as much as he likes Reyes, Ana is a different, more level-headed energy that he needs more often than he might admit.]

[goesawol]

[She snorts. Of course Jack would say something as sweet as "I miss you" while poking at Gabriel. She knows that it stems from both of them being intense; two hardheads knocking against each other like a couple of oxen.]

You would live.

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