He's woken up properly now, and 'chief' makes him smile a bit.
And then his hand's up and Sinclair is rising into the air, fairly fast, though not at the massive speeds Jack usually throws things. Ease into it? What a concept!
Jack smiles even wider. He's had to get used to plasmids quickly, see them as a rationed tool rather than something fun, but every now and again he still gets to enjoy the novelty of the things. I mean, damn, a few days ago he was an average(ish) joe and now he's lifting a dude with the power of his mind. He's already picturing the havoc he can wreak among the splicers with this thing.
Spoilers: Jack Ryan enjoys being an overpowered sonovabitch.
(He fights the urge to make Sinclair do a pirouette.)
Sinclair stops. In mid-air, level with the banister two floors up but a good few feet away from it. And then he just hovers there, more or less upright.
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And then his hand's up and Sinclair is rising into the air, fairly fast, though not at the massive speeds Jack usually throws things. Ease into it? What a concept!
Jack smiles even wider. He's had to get used to plasmids quickly, see them as a rationed tool rather than something fun, but every now and again he still gets to enjoy the novelty of the things. I mean, damn, a few days ago he was an average(ish) joe and now he's lifting a dude with the power of his mind. He's already picturing the havoc he can wreak among the splicers with this thing.
Spoilers: Jack Ryan enjoys being an overpowered sonovabitch.
(He fights the urge to make Sinclair do a pirouette.)
Sinclair stops. In mid-air, level with the banister two floors up but a good few feet away from it. And then he just hovers there, more or less upright.
"Are there splicers?" Jack calls.
You're his eyes now, man.