By ready, of course, Jackson means mentally; for the next half an hour he does dress and locate his weapons, strapping the handgun to his hip and shouldering the rifle after checking both are active and usable (even after just six months).
Once in the Nexus, he somehow manages to be all business. Apart from the quick squeeze he gives Jono's hand, that is.
After a long stretch of minutes, watching and waiting for the arrival of the feds, Jackson sucks in a slow breath and inclines his head slightly forward, indicating the small, but heavily armed, group of federal escorts surrounding a highly decorated officer. Several of them are Time Agents, if only by the vortex manipulators they wear. (And in the very back, though Jackson will fail to recognize him, is a much older Gray.)
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Date: 2010-01-31 03:23 pm (UTC)Once in the Nexus, he somehow manages to be all business. Apart from the quick squeeze he gives Jono's hand, that is.
After a long stretch of minutes, watching and waiting for the arrival of the feds, Jackson sucks in a slow breath and inclines his head slightly forward, indicating the small, but heavily armed, group of federal escorts surrounding a highly decorated officer. Several of them are Time Agents, if only by the vortex manipulators they wear. (And in the very back, though Jackson will fail to recognize him, is a much older Gray.)