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[Albert had been thinking about it half the day, even before Jet had pegged him in the stomach with the volleyball. Honestly, the thought that something terrible could happen to the blond for vandalizing compound property won't leave his head, even though he's professed to have no attachment. But really, is there a need for wanton destruction? They've only been here a few days. Find out things first, then act. You'd think the military would have tempered the American but no. He's still as bullheaded as ever and Albert has to at least try to prevent him from getting into trouble.

By the time he's come to this conclusion it's already quite past sundown and Albert's changed out his swimsuit for a pair of khaki board shorts and a green Hawaiian shirt hanging open over a white t-shirt. He makes his way across what little space lies between bungalows to D-1 and knocks at the door, hoping Jet's the one who answers so he doesn't have to have curious housemates hanging around.

He would have sent a text, but since they're being monitored, he doesn't want to run the risk of Jet getting found out and in trouble prematurely. He doesn't want to be at fault for that.]

Edited 2013-07-25 02:47 (UTC)

[Jet had been making preparations, though with his limited resources, they were mostly mental. He had some darker clothes which he'd already put on,but that was about all he could do, no blaster, no boosters, no rockets, no acceleration device. He almost wondered what he was doing. But then he just had to look in the mirror to know what he was doing and why.

A knock at the door jolts him from his thoughts as curiosity pulls him to the door. As soon as it's open, he quite nearly slams it shut again. By some miracle of will power, he doesn't and settles for a ticked off expression instead.]

What do you want?

Come with me, we should talk.

[He'd taken a look around before knocking to locate any bit of ground they could stand in where cameras weren't pointing. He'd noticed a small copse of trees where it was likely they wouldn't be observed, and he tries to beckon Jet to follow in that direction, not wanting to be overheard in the bungalow and inadvertently rat Jet out for his admittedly foolish plan.]

[Jet was beyond hesitant. A couple days of pretty much silence and now Albert wanted to talk? Once again, he almost closed the door again.

But there was that part of him that still held on hope, the part of him that wondered if maybe Albert had decided to finally let go of his 'I don't care' facade. That was the part that finally got him out the door and following the older man to a more secluded location.

Once they'd stopped, Jet's tone was a bit more placated by his own curiosity.]

So...now you gonna tell me what's up?

[He's surprised Jet is so pliant to his request to talk, though it's no wonder given Albert is utterly oblivious to how "we should talk" after days of silence actually sounds.

He waits until they're out of earshot and in the relative safety of the trees before he speaks, but Jet beats him to it, asking with a careful curiosity instead of impatience as Albert had expected.]

I saw you talking to Q last night. I don't think it's a good idea. We don't know what they do to those who break the rules.

[And just like that he went cold, personally crushing that small hope that had made him step out into what felt like an unwanted lecture. He should have known better.

His expression went sour and he went from curious to defensive in a flash.]

Is that why you brought me out here? To talk me out of it? Don't bother.

[With his expression went his body language as his arms crossed tightly across his chest.]

I don't intend to get caught, so it doesn't really matter what the repercussions are.

...Besides, I thought you didn't care.

Will you put your wounded pride aside for half a second and listen to reason?

[He hadn't gone into this intending to snap. He'd planned on being cool and impassive no matter what Jet threw at him, but the immediate jump to defense and not even hearing him out gets Albert's hackles up, making him hiss through clenched teeth.]

What you intend and what may actually happen are two very different things. You've got to think ahead and play this smart!

[His irritation only flared.]

I'm not about to jump in there guns blazing if that's what you're trying to say, I've done plenty of missions on my own over the last several years, not that you care to know.

[Or maybe that was just the original Jet Link, but he could still remember them and all the experience they had given him, he knew what he was doing, admittedly more so than he had the last time Albert had seen him. He'd grown up a lot, but the fact the German didn't even seem to want to talk to him long enough to figure that out--only pass judgement and lecture--rubbed Jet every wrong way.]

You're not even willing to associate with me and now you think you can just show up and try to act like my teammate? Act like you care what happens to me? Go screw yourself, Albert.

[He knew, he knew Albert did care, that was obvious enough from their first conversation, but the fact he'd been trying to pretend he didn't this whole time and now suddenly he was going back on that and treating Jet like some idiot kid just made him lash out.]

Gott verdammt, Jet! Würde ich hier sein, wenn ich nicht kümmern?!

[He doesn't even realize the words came out in German, so used to simply speaking and having his translator do the rest, but even when he hears the words in his native tongue he's so frustrated he merely switches back to English, not going to repeat himself.]

How am I supposed to believe you've thought this through when all of the memories I have point in the other direction? But fine, if you want to dive headfirst into trouble, be my guest! I'm done with you if you won't see reason.

[He throws his hands up in aggressive defeat, wondering why the hell he'd bothered in the first place if it was going to turn out like this, why he'd come over just to receive punishment for trying to offer a measure of protective advice.

He turns and starts to walk away, dropping his hands to shove them deep in his pockets, shoulders pinched and defensive, not to mention still aching with those same pains he'd been experiencing since he'd crawled from the pool.]

Gute Nacht Miststück

[He stalks back into the balmy evening, muttering the curse under his breath as he goes because it's easier to be angry than worried.]

[The German was harsh in his ears and unexpected, but he didn't have too long to think on it before Albert decided he was done and stalked off.

Fine. Who cared? He'd been fine without Albert and his caution for nearly three decades, he'd survive another night the same way.

Jet turned as well, not even saying a word as he headed straight back for his bungalow to finish whatever non-preparations he'd been making. He'd go, learn what he could, bust the place up, and prove he didn't need a baby-sitter anymore and certainly not one who sent so many goddamned mixed signals.]

Edited 2013-07-25 07:35 (UTC)

[Have a picture with your text tonight, Jet! Said picture is of a hand holding up a certain book that you may or may not have left at the door of a certain programmer when you got back.]

Weren't brave enough to deliver this in person?

Didn't have the time. Enjoy the read.

The read that I obviously don't need? No thanks. I'll take the return receipt.

Too bad it was free and a gift. Take it. Promise you'll learn something.

You can take your gift back. Besides, something tells me you need it more.

Really? Because, last I checked, I could at least tell when I was talking about something that made someone uncomfortable. Maybe if you took a second to look through it, you'll learn how to not make an ass of yourself and come across as just some punk ass kid who needs to be right all the time.

[Usually, it wasn't his style to act like this, especially to kids, they were supposed to learn, but what he was describing was something he'd been known to do when he was younger and it had taken a long time and some military training to teach him to keep his mouth shut.

On top of what the subject in question had turned into, the whole thing rubbed Jet every wrong way and he found his patience was limited in this case.]

Enjoy the other book, Chaud.

[There's a bit of a pause before Chaud sends his reply - and that's after deleting his first two attempts.]

If you're talking about Albert, I

You're just misunderst

Funny, I could say the same things about you.

[...The rest of that doesn't get a response.]

I actually know when to keep quiet, especially about things I don't understand. If you're not willing to learn, then you have no business talking about it. By the way, you're still making an ass of yourself and proving your need to be right.

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