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The first thing Jack noticed when consciousness seeped into his brain was the soft beeping of his multi-tool alerting him to the presence of an incoming call. He opened his eyes and saw Sareena's guest room in the early morning light.
His multi-tool was on the nightstand, still attached to the gauntlet he wore on his left wrist. The screen displayed the words “incoming call,” and the metal disk attached to it buzzed to get his attention.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut, then forced them open again. “Multi-tool active.” He sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face, threading fingers through his thick brown hair. “Answer call. Audio only.”
“Agent Hunter?”
Jack pressed fists to his eye-sockets, rubbing the sleep away. “Yeah, that's me,” he said in a rasp. “There some particular reason you
