Finishing his meal, Jack gave his tray to the dishwasher with the silverware and looked over the crowd still in the mess hall. Most of them were people he'd been with on the [i]Sundown[/i] since he joined, but there were Mariemia's men spread throughout the crowd too. He couldn't help but wonder if this truce would last after the prisoners were handed off or if this would turn into one of those "You've been useful, now die" situations like in tv shows. [color=DarkRed][i]I hope not, some of these guys are decent people, like that Mask guy, though he's kinda strange...[/i][/color] Heading out, he goes to the briefing room where Paul and the captain were, climbing on the elevator and hitting the appropriate floor.

The ride was quiet, mainly cause he was the only one currently headed that way as far as he knew. When it reached the floor, he exited and knocked on the door to the briefing room. [color=DarkRed]"Permission to enter?"[/color]