"...The plan? ...well..."
Jack stammered, running his fingers through his hair and looking away for a moment. "We're just going to have to wing it, I suppose. There never was much of a plan, really." He always was one for living in the moment anyway. He chuckles and glances at the trail of smoke rising from the not-so-distant factory.
"Just lead the way, Taylor. Whatever we end up doing is bound to work, trust me. Rather, trust me and that lucky charm I gave you, alright?"









