#theactualcaptainjack

Jack hated this part. The rift had spiked again and Tosh had taken enough readings to figure out that something had come through and that something was more of a someone. Most likely human. As he made his way to the site of the spike, he wondered if that person was going to be alright and he hated not knowing. He hated walking up to someone and finding them scared and broken and having to transport them to Flat Holm, knowing they would spend the rest of their life on that island. So close to home, yet so far. Sometimes though, they'd be alright, like the 3 people who had flown through from 1953. Well, physically alright at least.

Adrian had spent the day on the roof of the tallest building in the city, searching for a target who typically spent his day there, in the city's centre. Of course he hadn't shown up today until about 3pm. He'd quickly been disposed of within about a half-hour or so, due to Adrian's impatience. 

He'd texted his boss to let her know the job was done, as well as the clean-up crew, before he packed up and headed down, deciding to walk back to his place and drop his things off before heading to the bar. He made a point of taking the long way, through the city centre, just to check on the scene he'd caused. 

Once he'd arrived, he noticed several people. Some of them were people who seemed much too interested in the whole thing, others were people he wished to avoid, and one of those people... Well, he just didn't seem to fit in with the others. In order to avoid those few specific people, as well as satisfy his own curiosity, he turned to that out-of-place looking guy.