After Jack and the mercenary leader both dramatically exited, an uneasy quiet fell over the home theater where the rest of us were still being held captive. Part of me was relieved to have those two domineering alpha male presences temporarily removed. The tension crackling between them was so thick you could have cut it with a steak knife.
At the same time though, Jack's departure left me feeling more vulnerable somehow. Like a pillar of strength and defiant resistance against these terrorists had just strode right out the door, leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves against further torment.
I knew that surely wasn't Jack's intent - he must have some larger strategic gambit in mind to regain control over this rapidly spiraling nightmare. At least, I desperately hoped that was the
