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"What the...?"

Jack heard the plea, being just outta range of those crystals. He wouldn't be for long though.

Out of the tub, through a quick wiping of the towl, into his night camo suit, kevlar plates and other equipment, and then out the door. A three minute drill he'd been through back in the core.

As his boots slammed against the ground, he fixed his hi-tech glasses and the ear piece. Then he'd withdraw his two barrettas, making his way cautiously to the downstairs. Then with the toe-to-heel method, being silent, Jack Handy would make his way down the steps.

Training in spec-ops meant there'd not be the slightest sound as Jack made his way to the bottom of the steps, holding his left baretta before his eyes before he ever made himself visable to the patrons.

Jack would be looking in the reflection off the side of the gun for some sign of where the target might be.

Puzzled by the action Gammu looked over at Gamma. Could it have been the knife? He had never met someone afraid of knives; but he had read reports of individuals that were just deathly afraid of sharp objects.

No, that was too absurd. Shaking his head he looked back to the bar and began talking to his brother.

"No, there's someone. She just ducked behind the bar for some odd reason. I think you might have scared her."

Gammu paused for a moment, something else was happening. Someone was trying to sneak down the stairs by the bar. There was a gun in the man's hand. His voice would drop to a whisper as he kept looking over at the bar, keeping the puzzled look on his face.

"We got problems. Ready your mag."

With one hand hanging over the edge of his chair the other one was hidden from the other's view by his back as he looked over his shoulder to see the bar. With his jacket already open he slid his hand to a spot beneath his left arm and grabbed something firm.

He wasn't going to wave it around like a lunatic so he kept it hidden under his coat despite having it out of the holster.

Looking back at Gamma Gammu raised his voice to a normal tone.

"Forgot my smokes, you got any?"

And as I recall, you struck first.

Flare had no power to broadcast, so her thoughts went to Owle alone.

Owle, they were mercenaries, hired to get the petals with any means necessary. They hold no grudge against you, nor Rage, nor opaj. Simply warriors, they did their job. As I would have were I in their place. If they attack you, I will kill them, but you have no reason to fear them or attack them now. The demoness had felt what the others likely had not...the undercurrent to Owle's explanation.

We met them during the game of chaos, the hunt for the petals. They almost killed Rage and opaj. Now I'd like to see them hurt, or at least gone from my sight.

Owle hid it well, even from herself at times.

She couldn't hide it from Flare.

"Forgive my sister!" Flare called to the two men from where she was seated. She wasn't fool enough to approach them when one of them had a knife and the other had a hand under his coat. He could be reaching for something innocent, but one didn't live for 2000 years by making comforting assumptions.

She had overheard enough of their conversation to know that they were looking for a waitress, and had seen Owle's panic attack.

"She gets a bit jumpy around new people sometimes. She's afraid you're carrying unclean spirits or somesuch. I don't know what to do with her."

Shaking her head in mock despair after the lie, she quietly, slowly rose from her seat, and if her right hand strayed a little close to her rapier...well, what of it? "I'll see if I can rouse her."

Being further from the stairs than the Gams were, she completely failed to notice Jack.

Giving Flare time to speak her peace, Gamma couldn't help but giggle at the spirit comment.

Did I say Giggle? I meant erupt in a fit of bellowing laughter that would probably shake the wooden parts of the bar. Hopefully no one was zooming in on the sound the Gams were making, with like, a specialized microphone or something. Ouch.

With a grin of the s**t-eating variety he watched as Flare went behind the bar to get the waitress to start waiting again. Disregarding what his brother said almost entirely and only proving he was listening by tossing a small colored pack of cigarettes onto the table, followed closely by a lighter.

"Aw, come on. Don't be shy," He offered a shrug, "My spirit is plenty clean."

Then turning slightly, cupping his mouth, he blasted some more words towards the stairs.
"YOU CAN COME OUT MR. I-WEAR-COMBAT-BOOTS."
Throwing a leg out to the side of the table exposing his own combat boot. Never wear bootsand rush around on the second story of a wooden building, if you're trying to be sneaky.

((The Gams are supposed to make others look like idiots.))

Just like his glasses would darken in a high flash to keep himself from being blinded, Jack's earpiece would blip silent whenever there was a sound that was dangerous of Jack's ears as for an explosion or someone with rediculous laughter.

Jack figured they were also soldiers, and knew exactly where to look for strange glints or glimmers. The thing about the boots, had to be a lucky guess for someone to take that off one slam on the second story of a building.

No matter.

Jack's right hand came out, gave them the middle finger, and before any action could be taken, he was heading back up the stairs.

His hair was still wet.