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Simon arrived shortly and his expression darkened when he saw just who the volunteers were. Jerry's appearance and the broken bottle provoked an actual frown. The assistant folded up his sleeves, and began picking up the mess as he spoke, "Allan-taichou, this one is unwell. Again. I don't wish to endanger other Sun hunters with such a kowai kokoro."

Jordan hadn't been in contact? Jerry had just assumed his friend was just on mission. That happened, wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but his rekindled concern was cut short as Simon swept in to sweep up.

His face reddened, his voice stiff as he watched Simon carefully. "W-with all due respect, Sir, I think I'm fit as any if it means doing something for those that were captured."

He had said it in Killzone's camp, but it still was true. Simon had had him out alone in the middle of the desert, and hadn't put a bullet between his eyes. That had to mean something about his faith in Jerry's competency.

Jerry's tremble was back again with a vengeance, his stomach churning. "I'm a lot better off than the ones who were taken, Sir!" He snapped before he could stop himself. Deep breaths. Jerry ******** that, he felt himself internally snarling. He didn't know what he was supposed to be feeling just then, but he had passed the stage of shock, hurtled through the stage of bitter sorrow, and had found himself nipples deep in anger.

Roar was no help, rumbling in the back of his head with an egging sort of growl.

Jerry's mouth opened.

His brows trembled as though not quite sure what expression to take and so was trying all of them at once.

Jerry's mouth closed.

He wrangled his eyebrows and the rest of his face soon followed.

"I'll take a nice long shower to get rid of the stink of horse flesh once I obliterate whoever touched her, sir. It's not a crutch, it's... it's h-human connection."

Jerry's kokoro was screaming and flipping tables in his rib cage, but outwardly, he sat stiff and alert.

Jerry gave a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, throwing his hands up in the air, "ARRGG!!" was all he had to say about it.

Dabbing at the stain a few extra times for thorough measure, the assistant stood up and went to wash off both the cloth and his hands. Blue eyes slid from Allan then to the two trainees, mouth tightening visibly, "Caelius gave the phone to his pet monkey, Mark. We'll do what's needed should anything solid come from it." More like threw it at the assistant when it was the closest thing at hand after the scruffy abomination had displeased his leader yet again by continuing to exist, but true none the less.

Jerry's suffering at the hands of Simon was distracting and entertaining - a bit of vicarious delight out of nowhere and Rep for an instant almost forgot the magnitude of the situation he was in.

It didn't last. Any and all mirth in his expression drained away as Allan spoke up. It took a lot to rob the redhead of words, but the idea of a vacation - a vacation for a person who didn't come back from their promotion mission and who left their lifeline, their phone behind - managed it with its absurdity.

It would be a gentler world if he could believe it. But even he wasn't so trusting.

He could hardly bear to listen as Harrison pushed for more details, but hearing was unfortunately not an optional thing.

Jerry drew in another deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. Sasha's life depended on this. At least the talk of Jordan proved a distraction, although not a happy one. His mouth became a thin line as he glanced between the others, wiping his sweaty palms on his jumpsuit. "What is this task." He kept his voice level, calm, in control.