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[Father's Day? Jack is oblivious. He's just wandering the hallways as usual, freshly drugged up on toluene and eyes open for any hostiles. Sure, this wasn't Liberia... he realized that much now. But Solidus never told him to stop patrolling. So there he is, a ten year old soldier with an AK in his grasp, ready to kill any hostiles he happens to come across. The Small Boy Unit band on his arm remained to serve as a reminder to Jack; he was the leader of the unit, even if it wasn't here yet. For now, he had to treat them all as MIA. He didn't miss them, but he was incapable of it. He was incapable of any real emotion like this.]

((HAPPY FATHER'S DAY SOLIDUS, YOU KNOW GUILT IS THE BEST GIFT EVER :D Open for anyone to run into~))

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[It's that young hellspawn Jack... someone should really take that gun away from him...]

[You mean the gun pointed at you right now?]

Name and affiliation.

[Yeah, you're way too old to be that foreigner he locked up that time.]

[Hah... he can dodge bullets now so he doesn't care about your gun, except shit it's still Jack and he can barely read that guy.]

My name is John and I'm in banking.

[NO NEED TO SHOOT THE RANDOM BANKER.]

[Jack didn't know much about bankers, but he was sure they didn't tend to be armed to the teeth with blades. Suspicious, he moves in closer.]

Prove it.

I would but... there isn't any money here. But if you give me a moment, I could snag some from the basement store.

[VAMP, YOU ARE ONE SMOOTH DUDE.]

...Why do you need to steal money to prove you're a banker?

[NO YOU AREN'T. HE'S COCKED THE GUN AND HE'S READY TO FIRE UNLESS YOU GIVE HIM SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE CONVINCING.]

Because I'm a broke banker. I cannot be a proper banker without money, now can I?

[Woah there, that gun is a little too close for comfort. Vamp would like to draw his blades, but he knows he couldn't hurt a young Jack no matter what a demon he is.]

[Well, Jack's knowledge of bankers didn't extend much farther than "bankers deal with money somehow", so after a moment he nods.]

Fine, we will go to the basement so you can collect your money.

[Yeah, he's going with you.]

Is that really necessary, Jack? I'm hardly a threat to you.

[He doesn't know much about banking himself, and won't know what to do once he has the money anyway, so he really doesn't want Jack to follow him.]

[He snarls, firing at the ground by his feet suddenly.]

How do you know that name?!

[!]

[He quickly sidesteps away from the gunfire, once again surprised by how quick this one is to use his weapon.]

Calm down! I know several older versions of you here.

Older?

[He tilts his head slightly, aiming the gun at Vamp's face instead.]

Explain.

I will explain once you point that gun away from my head.

[Really, how is he supposed to focus on lying properly with that sort of distraction?]

[He fires a few bullets past his head.]

I didn't offer negotiations. Start talking, or I blow your head off.

[He says this almost boredly; normally anyone would have talked by now, so either this guy is lying, or he's a banker with balls. Either way, it doesn't matter to Jack whether this man lives or dies.]

[Deciding it would be the opportune moment to act, Vamp moves forward swiftly after Jack finishes firing and grabs the barrel of the gun, pointing it upward.]

You seem to think you can control me with a gun.

[Jack barely blinks in surprise before he pulls his combat knife out and swipes at the arm holding his gun.]

Move back!

[Reflexes sharp, he draws his scout knife with his free hand a uses it to block the attack.]

I did tell you not to point that at me. Now I'm going to have to destroy it.

[His grip is painfully tight on the gun; he's not letting this man take it. Sir would be angry if he lost it, and he wasn't pleasant to be around when he got mad...]

I said move back! Get your hands off my weapon!

[He slashes at him again, trying to tug the gun back.]

[He means to ruin the gun with his blade, but thus far he's unable to as he's too distracted blocking the knife attacks for now.]

So you can shoot me? I don't think so~

[He violently pushes the butt of the gun upwards instead, intending to force it to point at the man as he pulls the trigger.]

[He leans back out of the way just in time to avoid a bullet to the face. Damn it little Jack.]

Enough! I don't want to hurt you.

Then get off my weapon!

[He attempts to tug it back again.]

I'll let you have it back if you give me your word you won't use it to shoot me.

[He keeps his grip firm, other hand prepared to block anymore knife attacks.]

I'm not making deals with you!

[But really, he didn't have much choice. So after a moment, he scowls.]

...Fine, give me my weapon back and I won't shoot you.

Smart boy.

[He holds on for a moment before letting go of the gun and stepping back.]

We aren't going to the basement anymore.