A mad grin transfixed Jack's face as he half strode half staggered away from the outpost building he had been held in. Thoroughly demolished, he looked back with a sense of accomplishment and a dark feeling of fulfillment in the wholesale slaughter of his enemies. A loud alarm klaxon went off in one of the satellite buildings before the rest followed suite. Men and armor swarmed by, some stopping to ask his rank and name, but a shake of a battered helmet was sufficient enough to keep them from delving too deep. Jack couldn't believe how....great it felt to finally let go. He felt stronger, faster, deadlier than ever before. Well, so far as he could remember. A little voice snaked into his mind, warning him of the dangers of abusing his powers but he squashed with the focus of years of mental training. He had no time for petty failsafes. He was no longer a brainwashed tool or innocent boy scout. No, now he was his own man and he intended to do what as he pleased for the first time in his life. He felt a measure of his strength return and resumed his steady stride, far reaching tendrils of magic reaching out, scanning to see if there were any more of these tin soldiers guarding the exits when one feeler touched upon a unique aura, one as close to him as his own flesh. His mouth turned from scowl to confused frown as he regarded the strange signature.<br/><br/>Its Shey, without a doubt it has to be her. But what the hell is she doing here? Probably caught by these freaks. Whatever. Let her rot. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he felt his legs turning towards the building he had felt her presence in.<br/><br/>Dammit! You're weak you know that?!?! Your risking your life for her after what she did to you?!? Its her fault I'm even stuck in this shitty Back to The Future knock-off anyway! But still he kept on, marching at a steady pace through the main entrance. Two armed guards straightened and edged closer together seeking to close off the hallway leading inside the building. He moved to go past them, but one violently shoved him backwards.<br/><br/>"Hold-up grunt. You need the right identification to get into the contain-" Jack had cut the man off, shooting him point blank twice in the chest, the heavy rounds punching right through his armor. As the other bolted for the alarm switch, Jack reached out and crushed his head in an iron grip of force.<br/><br/>He he. Just like putting a firecracker in a watermelon he he. He strode down the hallway, following the twists and turns by Shey's aura. Soon, he found himself coming down a corridor lined with cages. One in particular stood out, as it was the very last cell and flanked by a ring of guards all preoccupied with whatever may be inside. A quick probe told him that it was indeed Shey. As he approached, the guards wheeled on him, half-raising weapons and asking, again, for identification. With a grin, Jack pinned them all up against the rough wall before hurling to the ground with a bone jarring Smack. A hand went out to the door, but he stopped and thought better of it, instead ripping the whole thing out of the wall and depositing atop the prone guards. He strode in, his eyes flitting over the hunched form of the woman he had once and still loved. It took every ounce of strength and will power within himself to keep from rushing to her side. He slowly removed his helmet, cracked lips parting in a grin.<br/><br/>"Y'know miss West, if we don't stop meeting like this that new boyfriend of yours could get jealous, and you know how those tailed, demonic types are. Evil stabby stabby. Trust me." He said almost sarcastically. Within his mind Jack felt his new found angst and rage recede slightly as a slew of memories assaulted him. A starry night beneath the trees. A cave in the wilderness. A frantic flight from the city fleeing from some manner of creature that bore the appearance of a human, but had no such limitations.<br/><br/>Savor the moment Jack. You know damn well that it won't last.