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tanaquificA double drabble inspired by a discussion when looking at the first draft of scribblerfic's When Two Rights Make A Wrong: How did Chavez find out the Army unit he'd infiltrated was being sent to Jericho—and what did he think when he heard the news? Set during 1x22 Why We Fight. Fits into Awesome!Jakeverse, the shared post-season 2 verse being written by Scribbler (scribblesinink) and Tanaqui (tanaquific).
Final Destination
"We're re-prioritizing." Colonel Hoffman nodded toward the table; Chavez, maintaining the masquerade he'd kept up the last few weeks, joined Hoffman's officers as Lieutenant Goodman unrolled a map. "Heard about a border skirmish going on. Intel says there's a terror suspect in the area. We're to...."
The rest of Hoffman's orders washed over Chavez as a familiar network of roads and rivers was spread before him. "Jericho," he mouthed silently. The rally point he'd been aiming for for months—and now the Army was taking him right there.
"Questions?" Hoffman had finished his briefing.
Chavez jerked his head sharply. "What do we know about this terror suspect?" Given the lies Cheyenne was telling—Iran and North Korea might be culpable of many things, but the attacks weren't among them—just who did Hoffman's bosses think were the terrorists now? Because Chavez could think of a few people who ought to be in Jericho already, and he was no longer sure of their loyalties.
"Not much." Hoffman shrugged. "Likely we'll hear more when we've secured the area."
What am I walking in to? Chavez wondered, following Hoffman and the others outside. Who am I going to find? And who are they taking orders from?
scribblerfic's When Two Rights Make A Wrong: How did Chavez find out the Army unit he'd infiltrated was being sent to Jericho—and what did he think when he heard the news? Set during 1x22 Why We Fight. Fits into Awesome!Jakeverse, the shared post-season 2 verse being written by Scribbler (scribblesinink) and Tanaqui (tanaquific).Final Destination
"We're re-prioritizing." Colonel Hoffman nodded toward the table; Chavez, maintaining the masquerade he'd kept up the last few weeks, joined Hoffman's officers as Lieutenant Goodman unrolled a map. "Heard about a border skirmish going on. Intel says there's a terror suspect in the area. We're to...."
The rest of Hoffman's orders washed over Chavez as a familiar network of roads and rivers was spread before him. "Jericho," he mouthed silently. The rally point he'd been aiming for for months—and now the Army was taking him right there.
"Questions?" Hoffman had finished his briefing.
Chavez jerked his head sharply. "What do we know about this terror suspect?" Given the lies Cheyenne was telling—Iran and North Korea might be culpable of many things, but the attacks weren't among them—just who did Hoffman's bosses think were the terrorists now? Because Chavez could think of a few people who ought to be in Jericho already, and he was no longer sure of their loyalties.
"Not much." Hoffman shrugged. "Likely we'll hear more when we've secured the area."
What am I walking in to? Chavez wondered, following Hoffman and the others outside. Who am I going to find? And who are they taking orders from?