The irony of Tito
Rex stretched his arms and slightly winced in pain. Though it's been a week since he received treatment, his wounds are surely deep as he could feel his injured muscle ached when he tried to move.
"Damn, Cap did get you good as well, eh?" Jack opened the window from the outside and place his hot coffee on the window sill. He clipped the cigarette in between his lips and lit up. Taking a long drag and puffed it in the air, Jack reached for his cup of coffee and took a sip.
"Nothing beats a morning with a cup of coffee and a cigarette." He uttered as he indulged at the peaceful morning. Alas, it also meant another boring day to watched these wounded subordinates of his -- nothing more nothing less.
Thinking about the busy schedule of his other confidants, Jack was seething with jealousy. He wanted to do something as well, however, his task doesn't need any preparation as he only needed his face to be seen on that event.