"Cedric wouldn't be an ant. He'd be a," a smile slid across Jack's face as he pictured Cedric, "a hawk, or a falcon. Never an ant." It was pure distraction, and he leaned into her for a minute. "So, first thing we do, find out if he's supposed to be gone, second, find out if the cameras caught something. After that we figure out how to find him."
Not that his bad feeling was making him unduly pessimistic, he'd just learned from long experience to expect the worst and plan accordingly.
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Date: 2006-12-10 11:27 pm (UTC)Not that his bad feeling was making him unduly pessimistic, he'd just learned from long experience to expect the worst and plan accordingly.