Operation: Showing Sneaking! Jack vs Angel!

Jack checked his watch: it was five minutes past the hour and Jack made his way into the showeroom halls just in time.

"Good...looks like it isn't too late for me to dismantle the bomb before it detonates!"

He had to give himself more credit than needed. If it weren't for him using the room service waiter's disguise, there would've been no way Jack would make it this far without blowing his cover.

"Sorry, pal...Looks like your shift is over"

Jack glances down at the knocked-out room service waiter, who orginally owned Jack's disguise. Taking out an All-Access card key he found in the waiter's pants pocket, he will take a deep breath, unlock the door, and carefully step into the showers.

Meanwhile, in the girl's part of the showers, Angel would be getting undressed, getting ready for a shower. She had spent the day moving her stuff into the girl's dorms, and was ready to cool down and relax a bit, after she washed off the day's sweat, of course. She slipped off her t-shirt, revealing a lacy blue bra underneath, standing there in that and her short bike shorts, stuffing the shirt into a locker, her back turned from the entrance.

This meant, of course, if Jack slipped in there, she wouldn't see him, nor hear him if he was quiet enough.

It was warm and humid inside. This must mean that Jack wasn't alone in here.

Taking precaution, Jack pulls out 50 Calibur pistol. He was no fool, though. The gun is really empty. Never would he draw a real, loaded weapon into a place where such things aren't allowed. Yet, Jack was still in disguise and he wasnt even supposed to be here.
Givn the circumstances, it was necessary for Jack to complete this operation under complete secrecy.

As soon as he got inside, the vapors had already clouded his vision, so he wasn't able to see Angel clearly. Instead, only the outline of her slender, shapely silhoutte showed through the thick steam.

Like a silent predator, Jack crept behind the showering suspect until he was at gun-point range.

"FREEZE!"
Jack commanded.

(Well, technically she wasn't in the shower let, but I'll go with it~ " title="Very Happy" />)

As a matter of reflex, Angel froze at Jack's sudden command, her arms shooting up into the air.

Though, she wouldn't stop moving completely, slowly twisting her head around to peer through the steam towards him

"The hell...?"

(I could've sworn that's what it read like. lol. Woops!)

Jack took a few steps back and kept his gun raised. Now that he got his first target's attention, he was going to squeeze every drop of information out of her. He needed to know the location of where they were building nuclear weapons, and according to his sources, there wasn't a doubt that that they were being built directly in this AFW complex! But first....

"Alright....now turn around.....sloooooooowly.......Show your face!"

Angel kept her hands raised, the dark skinned woman slowly turning around to face him, a rather annoyed look on her face as she locked eyes with Jack.

"Mind telling me what's up?"

"Several PMEs laced around the main tower of the AFW building....electronic interences blocking all outside information....you TELL ME what's up..."

Seeing that he wasn't going to get an asnwer, he tried an easier, more direct question.

"What's behind those walls? And what's that smell? Know anything about nitroglycerin?"

His hands maintained a dead aim at Angel with his muscles refusing to budge an inch, though his eyes couldn't help but explore a rather impressive cup-size.

Angel quirked an eyebrow at him curiously. The hell was this guy talking about? He sounded like he was insane.

"Listen...I don't know what the hell you're talking about, okay?" She watched his eyes, smirking a bit as she noted his gaze falling to her chest. "Y'know, it's a bit rude to stare, especially when you have me at gunpoint."

This woman was putting on a good innocent act. But Jack's Terrorist-Suspect meteer was going off the charts, and Angel looked all too suspicious to him.

"Yeah? Well you've got information I need...."

Staring at Angel was seriously distracting him at this point, so much that his words had drifted off as his eyes hourney lower down her flat tummy, and then her cute, little innie navel. Shaking his head, Jack took another step foward, his aim still drawn.

"What's that you got there? Any weapons? Drop everything you've got! Now!

Angel was all too used to people being distracted by her looks. She just shrugged it off, starting to grin. Whatever this crazy man's problem was, she wasn't worried.

She started to lower her hands, going to fold her arms over her wet, bare chest. "A weapon? Honey, I'm in the shower, completely naked. Just where would I be hiding a weapon, hmm?"