A smile grows on Jack's face. He likes that idea. Deciding what he likes to do, not taking orders from endless voices on the radio who may or may not turn out to be a dead guy. It's the final looked-for slap in Fontaine's face, he realises. He, Jack, was supposed to do whatever he was told. Well, now he's going somewhere where that won't ever happen again.
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A smile grows on Jack's face. He likes that idea. Deciding what he likes to do, not taking orders from endless voices on the radio who may or may not turn out to be a dead guy. It's the final looked-for slap in Fontaine's face, he realises. He, Jack, was supposed to do whatever he was told. Well, now he's going somewhere where that won't ever happen again.
Yes, he likes the idea of that a lot.