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Thursday 4 December 2008

Jake~...for real this time..

Posted in Posted by Jane Austen

As you know, Jake didn't REALLY die in my last entry, that was ONLY to get Jack out of the dungeon....*glares at Jack*
This is the last section of chapter one, so the next part you'll be reading is chapter 2!!!...if I ever write it...

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He pulled his black cowboy hat down lower against the wind. Quite chilly out tonight. Tonight was one night that he wouldn’t mind being home. Safe and sound, sitting next to his toasty fireplace, petting his dog, and watching Alabama beat LSU. Why couldn’t he just listen to his commonsense when it screamed at him to stay home? A gust of wind tried to take his hat again and he pulled his black trench coat tighter around him. Sure, black was supposed to be what the bad guys wore, but it helped him blend in with the black night. And tonight, he didn’t want to be seen.

Jake couldn’t believe that two weeks had past since he got out of the hospital. Walking like nothing had happened to him. 365. That’s who Jordin Adams said he was. That was his name, his code, his creed.

He stiffened as he heard the revving of an engine approaching. This must be the man that he was waiting for. He slid his hand over the butt of his gun at his side. The guys down at DATA, a.k.a. the Department Against Terrorist Attacks, always gave him a hard time for wearing the brown leather holster from his grandpa, calling him old fashioned. But the sawed-off shotgun in the holster was anything but old fashioned. One of the perks of being part of the DATA.

Jake watched a sleek black Harley pull into view. Shutting off the key, the man took off a shiny black helmet and hooked it on the chrome handlebars as he stood and straightened his black leather jacket. He looked as tense and uneasy as Jake felt. Both of them knew the dangers of this meeting. Jake cleared is throat lightly and the man’s head whipped around and black eyes searched to find him in the shadows.

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Until next time~