As he listened to Krait, Jacque's eyes glinted with excitement at what was being implied in her plan, "[b]Twenty five...maybe thirty feet with human cushion[/b]" he mused, following his estimate with a dark chuckle, "[b]I hold Hellhound good. He no struggle if he has broken bones.[/b]". All of his previous concerns about jumping from the plane had been forgotten, now, the only thing that Jacque could think about was what he would do to Hellhound once he got his hands on him, or better yet, his [i]jaws[/i].