Jack caiu na ilha de Lost seguindo os passos de um "terrorista internacional" chamado Sayid Jarrah. Após vasculhar a ilha, ele encontra a vila da Dharma e é capturado por Ben Linus.
Disclaimer: pode conter informações sobre os episódios mais recentes de 24 e Lost. Spoilers de episódios futuros, não.
Me perguntaram porque escrevo os diálogos em inglês. É porque à medida que escrevo, eu ouço as vozes dos personagens na minha cabeça. E eles falam inglês.
The following takes place between -- nevermind, time is just an illusion.
Jack Bauer acordaria dentro do salão de jogos. Estaria amarrado à cadeira. Ninguém à vista.
Ele faria as suas firulas de sempre e conseguiria soltar-se. No entanto, ouviria passos e decidiria ficar na cadeira, fingindo que ainda está amarrado.
A porta se abriria e, por ela, entrara Ben.
Ben: I'm sorry I had to do it, Jack. Tie you up and all. We can never be too safe these days.
Jack: What are you talking about? What kind of place is this, a hippie community with guns?
Ben: We're not hippies, Jack! You wouldn't understand. Listen, I don't know how you got here, but we have to send you back.
Jack: I'm not going anywhere until I find Sayid Jarrah. He is a terrorist, I have intel that he was in this island. You know where he is, don't you?
Jack se levantaria e pegaria Ben pelo pescoço, bateria seu rosto contra a parede e o colocaria sentado na mesma cadeira. Em seguida, pegaria um taco de sinuca, quebraria e ameaçaria Ben com o lado pontiagudo.
Ben: What are you going to do, Jack? Torture me? Yes, I've your file. I know all about you. But you should know I don't bend with torture. Sayid knows that better than anyone.
Jack: So he tortured you too? Where is he?
Ben: You won't find him here, Jack. He has left the island.
Jack: You're lying!
Jack aproximaria a ponta do taco de sinuca do olho de Ben.
Ben: It's true, Jack! Haven't you been reading the fucking damn news? He is one of the Oceanic Six! He is probably in Los Angeles right now!
Jack: Fuck Damn! Great time to be in DC. Fuck Damn you, Rob and Joel!
Ben: I should tell you, Jack. He's not the men you're looking for. I'm afraid you cannot trust your sources.
Jack: What do you mean?
Ben: Sayid is not a terrorist. He was working with the CIA.
Jack: Why should I believe you?
Ben: You have no choice.
Jack: Fuck Damn. How do I get outta here?
Ben: You can't, Jack. Not by yourself.
Jack: Don't tell me what I can't do!
Jack sairia correndo pela porta, mas uma dor de cabeça não permitiria que ele fosse muito longe. Seu nariz começaria a sangrar. Ele se encostaria em uma parede e cairia sentado no chão, com as mãos nos ouvidos. Um homem se aproximaria e estenderia a mão.
Jin: Need help?
Jack: I'm fine. Leave me alone.
Jin: You need see doctor. Come.
Jack: I said I'm fine. Leave me.
Jin: You know, this happened to me all the time. Headache. But you get used to it.
Jack: Right. What is this?
Jin: It's time travelling.
Jack: What? Are you mad?
Jin: It's true.
Jack: Listen, you... What's your name?
Jin: Jin Kwon.
Jack: Listen, Jin...
Pela primeira vez, Jack olharia para o rosto de Jin. Tomaria um susto e se levantaria.
Jack: What did you say your name was?
Jin: Jin Kwon.
Jack pegaria Jin pelo colarinho de seu macacão Dharma e o encostaria na parede.
Jack: You can't fool me. I know you. Agent Tom Baker. You used to work in CTU five years ago.
Jin: What? I... What's CTU?
Jack: Don't you remember? You helped me capture Syed Ali and Stephen Saunders. What's wrong with you? And what's with this fucking damn accent? You're not chinese, are you?
Jin: I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Jin. Look!
Jin mostraria o seu macacão Dharma com seu nome escrito. (como se Jack fosse acreditar)
Jack: Don't ... aaaaaargh!
Um clarão deixaria Jack incapacitado novamente, e ele cairia no chão desacordado.
(continua no próximo capítulo)
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