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Jack noded and event to look around. he found dead aliens in what had been Zadra' s cell. he picked Jennifer's one and peeled off its suit. he first mad a slit in the back of it for his own reasons and then put it on. he didn't like the coloring it had but this w a sent the time to complain. he knew he had chosen right when he found the arms and legs to be baggy. perfect for him since he'd need the room. Jack then hooked on one of the belts and holstered one of the guns. " guess this will do." turning around, he gets an idea. he starts rummaging around and picking up ruler lengths of metal. he began to squeeze one end of each using his enhanced strength to bend them into handles. Jack then let's out a tentacle from his Palm and whips it at the other ends of the bars, cutting them down to jagged sharp edges and lethal points. " . . .And presto! we have improvised daggers." he sticks all 6 into his belt.

Jack starts up and down the hall looking into the cells as if any others had waited for the last call. he wondered if he should just ripe down all the doors and cause a mess down here before they left so the freaks would have to deal with it enforcement at them. might work, then again it might not. "Damon, not many options here. . . ." he takes out one of his daggers and starts scraping a wall trying to think of what they might do anyway what should be made their first course of action.