<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Blackjack.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Black Jack<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Blackjack's Raiders (Black Jack)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Black Jack's Lair<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley, Li-Li, Closed<br/><hr/>Jack stepped up to Lilah after waving off a round of question.  "We'll get planning here in a minute, boys.  For now, just imagine what a bed and sheets is gonna feel like."  He called over his shoulder, and stepped closer to Lilah, wrapping her up in a quick bear hug before setting her back down on her toes.<br/><br/>He chuckled at her quip.  "Don't worry, Lilah.  Got a few more up my sleeve, I'm sure."  He wrapped his heavy arm around her shoulders, pulling her into brush his lips across her temples.  Most of the others often wondered about the relationship between the two - she wasn't a boss, and there was gossip the two were sleeping together, but Black Jack always looked at her more like a grown daughter than a love interest.  He gave a chuckle at the question.<br/><br/>"One more, or ten more.  Ain't like a higher bounty's gonna draw more bounty hunters than've already tried.  And being in a moving boat's gonna make us less targets than hiding in the same old cave."  He paused, dropping the bluster.  "And... I'm pretty sure they got an idea where we've been staying.  Maybe not exactly, but once they got their posse rounded up, this part of the Maze's gonna be flooded with gunboats.  We need to be gone."  He wouldn't risk their safety over luxuries - not even luxuries like a casino boat.  His voice was quiet, as he explained the real reasons.<br/><br/>"There's a man in town.  A Mr. Lee.  Owns a shop, a whorehouse.  Chinamen with a sharp suit.  I'm sure folk'll have heard of him."<br/><br/>He drew out a folded piece of paper - Black Jack's penmanship was one of the small marks of his unexpected signs of education.  She'd heard Black Jack wax eloquent about philosophy and history before, and there was a remarkably apt scholar beneath his easy demeanor and rogue's charm.  He winced, remembering she wouldn't be able to read it, and gave a small sigh.  Teaching her to read had been one of those promises he never quite seemed to have time to fill.<br/><br/>"Come on," he said, looking over his shoulder and leading her further back into the cave.  "I'll read it to you til you can recite it for me word for word."