Jax Temple never thought it would come to this. He was sitting in a room inside O’Hare he had never seen before and that's saying something. With thirty years at the airline under his belt, he’d seen every nook and cranny of the place, or so he thought. The room wasn’t a great size but it was big enough to conduct the type of operation he realized this was.
“I never actually thought we’d meet,” said Gia Doyle in her clipped tone. She was icy and direct. A definite ice queen. “Your mother sends her regards.”
Jax cringed. He knew it had to be something like this. The dang family had gotten involved again. “Why am I here?” he asked, his timbre even and monotone.
“We want you to talk to her.”
“About what?” Jax asked, curious. “I know you don’t want me involved with her again. You made that clear in ‘98 when I tried to contact her and you blocked the transmissions.”
“We needed her then. The stories were important. She was channelling them and we needed that information at the time,” Gia said simply.
“And now?” Jax didn’t like where this was going.
“She’s connected with Source again and your contract has never changed. We need her.”
“And what are you expecting me to do? You know she’ll never take me back,” Jax stared pointedly at the tall thin redhead.
“I take it you haven’t read her latest ramblings?”
“What are you talking about?””
“Her latest Legacy mission, “Codename: Pallas.”
“Shit.” Jax knew he paled at the name. “How did she find out?”
“Read the blog. You’ll be enlightened.”
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