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Jin snapped his dislocated thumb back into place. Now useless, the handcuffs slid down the pipe he'd been tied to. He made his way over to the mainframe, darting from cover to cover to avoid a hail of bullets.

He inserted a data storage device and began copying the files they had been ordered to retrieve. He had been given free rein when planning the mission, though Commander Drake would probably not approve of Jin allowing himself to be captured. Such a reckless tactic would have been doomed to fail - if he hadn't been able to rely on Jo for extraction.

"Leaving the dirty work to someone else?"

"Do you think I care how others feel about my methods?" Jin asked conversationally.

In answer, the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. Unlike his adrenaline-fueled attacker, Jin was very aware that the room had fallen silent.

"You -"

Jin watched out of the corner of his eye as the flash of a knife cut that sentence short. Blood spurted from a slit throat. The bulk of the body threatened to bear down on Jin but Jo grabbed a fistful of the man's hair to yank him away.

"Thank you."

"Hn." Jo inspected his knife and bent to wipe it clean on the corpse. "Does what he said bother you?"

Jin turned away from the screen to give Jo a searching look. "Does it trouble you when people imply that you are just a tool to me?"

Jo held his gaze with the hint of a smile. "No."

"Good." Jin pulled the data disc out and slipped it into a hidden pocket. "We're done here."