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It rang right through his mind, sharp as a knife and equally painful, but lasted just for a moment, too brief for him to correctly process it.
The sound left an unpleasant sensation in him, one Jack could, oddly enough, perceive with more than just his hearing.
It was in his mouth, sour and unpalatable.
It was in his paws, a tingle that made his fingers twitch unconsciously.
And… it was in his eyes, a picture which refused to come into focus for at least two full seconds. “What…”, he murmured, as the shimmering feeling vibrating in his whole essence slowly poured into wary, almost unsteady words, “What are you doing here, Walker?”
Cynthia was looking at him, not making a sound nor moving a single inch of her soft, beautiful body as she stood next to the window. The distances between them felt nullified by the way her amber eyes were focusing on him, piercing through his figure like pointy darts.
He felt nullified, and only pride prevented him from beating a retreat.
That, and the fact he was in his own office. “I believe I asked you a question”, he inquired, trying to sound firmer. “I would appreciate…”.
“I don’t care what you appreciate”. She suddenly spoke, with a voice that Jack had never heard coming from her; it filled the air around them, saturated every inch of him with subtle, mute anger. “We need to talk, Savage.”
“Not now, I’m afraid. I have a plane leaving for Mosca in four hours”, was his dry reply as he moved towards the desk, every single one of his steps feeling as heavy as ever. He dared not make eye contact with her a second time – the first had caught him unprepared and been enough to give him the shivers. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“I’m not planning to make this conversation last for that long”. Jack felt her glare all over his body and soul as she pronounced those bitter words. “But I’m also not planning to let you get away from this.”
“I believe you’re mistaking something, Walker. There’s nothing I’m getting away from in the first place.”
“Is that so?” Cynthia asked, but it sounded like an accusation, more than an actual question. “I beg to differ, Mr. Savage.”
“Beg all you want, but it won’t change the facts”. He now was in front of his desk, trying to remember what item he was supposed to pick from the drawer.
But it was hard, because his thoughts kept squirming out of his control every time he tried to focus on something that wasn’t Cynthia Walker’s existence.
Cynthia Walker, in his office.
Cynthia Walker, armed – maybe literally – with anything but good intentions.
And he knew why, but chose to confine that awareness in the deepest recesses of his heart as Cynthia retorted sharply: “You just can’t live without that condescension of yours, right?” A hint of frustration painted that question in rhetoric, a rhetoric that scraped the hare’s ears, making something inside of him bleed. “You’ve always been like this: Haughty… full of yourself, and insensitive.”
“… Is that why you’re here, Walker?” Jack asked, as the first sliver of his heart pitifully crumbled under the blows of her verbal aggression, “To insult me?”
Illustration for the story Promise I wrote, hum… two years ago, I think? The second I wrote about Jack and Cynthia, which tells something about their first encounter. Actually… it doesn’t say anything, probably. It’s hard to tell what’s happening with no context, I’m aware of this fact. But one day, this context will be deepen and little stories like this will finally make sense.
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So, here we go. Jack is in trouble and Nick is going to face Judy… if you don’t know what “disclosure” Nick is talking about, you should catch up with this BJ extra: A story I want to tell you
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Do you, Jack?
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There’s no pardon you can beg, Jack, for Nick has hit you in your blind spot. Now prepare yourself to deal with your own foolishness.
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At last, here we are: final episode of BJ. Part 1 of… I don’t know, I still haven’t decided how to split the pages.
In the last 4-6 months (maybe more), this comic has been criticized by a lot of people. That’s why, at one point, we almost decided to drop this comic altogether. Almost. But in the end, we’re still here. And I’m glad we are, nonetheless.
So, we pick up where we left off in Episode 7. Jack is in Meadowlands, having his personal exploration of the place before the actual mission takes place. But just then, he recalls something…
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It was a perfect ‘princess carry’. Straight out of a romantic movie. I watched him as he gallantly held the princess of Venezuela in his tiny – yet strong – arms, his slender figure contrasting with the size of the mammals who were surrounding the cave where she had been held captive in the last 48 hours.
It was perfect… and absolutely disgusting.
“The princess is safe.” One of Diana’s personal guards, an elephant, waved his trunk to them. “This way, Mr. Savage.”
Jack nodded and got the princess down – ‘It was about time, Jesus Christ’ – with a soft smile. “Are you okay, Princess Diana?” he asked.
“I’m fine, thank you.” The princess took one of his paws and held it for unknown reasons. “You were so brave…” she said. “So fearless! Intrepid! Undaunted…”
“Savage” I began, approaching them, “Did you secure the area?”
“Yes” he confirmed. “Nobody is going to come outside the cave. Not alive, at least.”
I clicked my tongue with a grin. “Tsk. You really are Savage, aren’t you?”
“Hey, stop calling him savage!” she grunted. “It’s such a harsh, graceless word, Ms. Hiker.”
“It’s Walker, and I wasn’t naming an adjective. I was just addressing my… associate.”
“… Associate.” Jack looked at me with canny eyes. “I keep downgrading, it seems.”
I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t we associates?”
“And what will we be tomorrow? Acquaintances?”
“Don’t fight!” the princess suddenly bawled, coming between us. “I just got rescued, we need to celebrate!”
“Actually, we need to come back to the headquarter.” I put a pawn on Jack’s shoulder – who glared at me, unhappy – and gave the skunk a wry smile. “I hope you won’t be kidnapped again, princess Diana.”
“Walker, you’re atomizing my shoulder.”
“Bear with it.”
“No, really” he grumbled, “it hurts.”
“Aw, fine then.” I let his delicate shoulder go with a sarcastic smirk. “… Poor thing.”
“Hey.”
“But…” Diana mumbled, “you should relax a bit, before returning to the headquarter. How about I give a party, tonight?” She suggested. “Would you like to come? I mean, you worked so hard… you deserve a little entertainment.”
“You’re too generous, princess” Jack replied, “but…”
“Oh, please!” She clung to his arm and begged: “Stay, Mr. Savage!”
“Hum…” Jack scratched his cheek, a bit flushed. Then, he turned to me and asked: “Walker, what do you think?”
‘… I think Princess Diana needs to mind her damn princely business.’ “We have no time for parties, Savage.”
