[u][b]Luke Schwarze--Sacrificing self in vain[/b][/u]

Wait. Jack was in? He'd missed the telltale flash of him going fast, or something? His joints were stuck in that door for [i]no reason[/i]?

"Why me..?" he whimpered weakly to himself, yanking the door back open roughly to give Jack a clear path out and looking inside as he did so.

What the--

[b]"A filing room behind a steel door?" [/b]he muttered, eyes narrowing in suspicious as his smashed digits repaired themselves under the gauntlet. [i]Man[/i], that door was heavy. [b]"No [i]way[/i] this is right. Jack,"[/b] he said, flipping on the comm link. [b]"Get the [i]hell[/i] outta there, I've got the door open. This is fishy."[/b]

[i]Way[/i] too fishy. A glorified file cabinet in a noticeably well lit room, locked behind a steel door? How the heck could they trust that? Granted, there was plenty of incriminating evidence behind said door, but...

[i]Bait? Maybe. I don't know, but my nerves are getting more and more on edge by the minute the longer we hang around. 

Go fast, Jack![/i]