<<Does contain swearing lol....be warned.>> == /\ USS Chimera /\ ==== Jack walked slowly and calmly out of the Commanding Officers quarters and nodded curtly to the nameless Lieutenant Commander who passed him in the halls. He had better enjoy these walls as he saw them now because if the General had his way the next few weeks he'd be living out of a box on the floor in his quarters. He knew because it's exactly how he'd deal with someone like him under his command. The next few weeks, or even months depending on Keylor were going to be, interesting. The General was no doubt going to have personal fun breaking Jack, ruining him. Walsh was going to take it with a smile on his face. He paced around for a bit, went to the mess, walked in and out. After about 2 hours he went the way of his quarters and half expected to find Cortez and a team of his men ripping his room apart. He knew that wouldn't happen though. His men were loyal, even if the rest of the crew apparently weren't. He had to respect that though, even after all the shit he put them through he knew they'd do their best to cover his back. He opened the door to find that Cortez had made it obvious where he'd been, so that Jack knew what he'd taken. He noticed the desk opened. So that was the Romulan Ale, the Pulse pistol. The magazines, the holodisks. On the plus side the place looked cleaner, there wasn't whisky everywhere. Taking a step in he took a deep breath and as the door closed behind him he opened his eyes and grabbed the coat rack from beside the door. Swinging it violently he smashed it into the mirror letting out a ferocious scream. In the same motion he smashed the standard issue plant pot and took a swing at the desk Finally he found himself hitting the forcefield on the window repeatedly until his rage blackout subsided. At times when Jack was severely angry something else took over. It was the same way he'd been as a kid in a fight. Whenever he'd gotten into a scuff with a kid all he'd remember was white. Nothingness. For those few moments something else took a hold of him and he acted without conscience, without regard for anything or anyone. It didn't last for long though. Arriving back in control of his body he threw the rack down and made his way out of his quarters. "Walsh to Alfonz, report to the ODA Offices NOW" he shouted as he made his way to his office too. Waste disposal was obviously closer to the ODA as Alfonz was waiting outside his office when Jack came steaming in. "INSIDE" he shouted as he strode past Alfonz who was talking to Lance Corporal Cortez. Coming to a standing pace on his side of the desk he stared Alfonz in the eye briefly before erupting. "Petty Officer you Son of a Bitch!" Jack shouted. "I hope you realise one thing from this and one thing alone; you are finished here. Over. Done. I thought that we had an understanding. You scratch my back, I'd owe you one. Obviously you can't keep your word in its pants because it seems that you talked to a certain Deputy Chief Engineer" "Major...he knew! what could I do, he's the Deputy Chief." "You told him I was Fucking Drinking on Duty Alfonz!!" Walsh screamed slamming his hands down on the desk. "Who the hell cares what he is, 'Deputy Chief' is NOTHING. He's Engineering's milk monitor and further more that LIEUTENANT is my bitch. He's a boy playing with fire and you wet your pants when he came knocking, I'm your worst fucking nightmare Alfonz, and you're going the same way as him. Shit does DOWN the chain of Command, and bad news, I'm above the pair of you" he spat again. "And from the amount of shit thats being put on me from the General, its all going down to you two." he composed himself slightly, but just slightly. "Get out of my office NOW before I have Cortez come in here and shoot you in the back of the head." he spat. Pacing his office again slightly he exited into the main ODA area. "Cortez, where is Lynch?" "The ODA Engineering Specialists have been reassigned to Engineering on orders from the Deputy Chief of Engineering, acting on orders from the General." Cortez replied. He was furious! They were reassigning his men to do jobs that FLEET officers were assigned to do? This was not on, no matter how much Jack disobeyed orders, you don't mess with his men to get back at him. "Cortez, I may need an alibi if McTaggert turns up dead." he jeered as he turned on his heel and went back into his office. === Major Jack Walsh ODA Commander USS Chimera, SSF