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Morning.
Soft daylight filtered through the tall windows of the presidential suite, slipping past sheer curtains like cautious fingers. The golden glow of early sun clashed gently with the remnants of night — clothes scattered carelessly, sheets twisted into chaotic folds, the faint scent of perfume mingling with sweat and expensive hotel linen. Silence hung thick in the air, broken only by slow breathing.
On the vast bed, Alice and Ada lay motionless, their bare skin half-covered by the tangled quilt. Exhaustion was etched deeply across their faces. Ada's dark hair spilled across the pillow like ink, her lips parted slightly as she drifted in heavy sleep. Alice's brow was faintly furrowed, as though even rest could not fully ease the strain of the previous night.
Jack lay beside them, utterly relaxed.
One arm was draped possessively across Ada's stomach, his fingers resting there as though claiming territory even in sleep. His expression carried the lazy satisfaction of someone who had enjoyed himself immensely. The night before had been wild, intense, reckless — and to Jack, undeniably "crisp."
Ada stirred first.
"Don't… I'm tired… let me rest a little longer…"
Her voice was barely more than a murmur, blurred by sleep. Without opening her eyes, she weakly pushed at Jack's hand.
Before Jack could respond, footsteps approached.
White Queen entered the room.
She paused.
Her gaze swept across the bed, taking in the naked trio with visible displeasure. The morning light illuminated everything mercilessly — the disarray, the flushed skin, the undeniable evidence of indulgence.
"When exactly do you plan to rest?" White Queen said dryly. "It's nearly ten."
Jack's eyes opened lazily. Instead of embarrassment, amusement flickered across his face.
"White Queen… where exactly are you looking?"
White Queen lifted her chin, feigning indifference. "Do you think I care? In my eyes, you're merely specimens for observation."
Yet despite her words, there was a subtle stiffness in her posture — a hint of discomfort she refused to acknowledge.
Alice's eyes opened slowly.
"What time is it…?"
"Ten," White Queen replied.
Alice tried to sit up.
Pain exploded through her body instantly.
Her arms trembled as she pushed herself upright, muscles screaming in protest. Every movement felt as though she had been crushed beneath a speeding truck. Her back ached, her legs weak, her entire body heavy and sore.
Her gaze drifted toward Jack.
Then toward Ada, still asleep.
Memory flooded back in a vivid rush — laughter, struggle, heat, breathlessness, chaos.
Alice's cheeks burned red.
"Don't look."
She quickly pulled the quilt against her chest.
Jack grinned.
"Why shouldn't I look? Not only should I look… I should touch."
Before Alice could react, Jack pulled her effortlessly into his arms.
The sudden movement jolted Ada awake.
She blinked, rubbing her eyes sluggishly. "What time is it…? Can't you let someone rest properly?"
"Ten," White Queen answered sharply. "You were exhausted yesterday evening, yet somehow managed to scream half the night."
White Queen's eyes narrowed. "Loud enough to slaughter pigs."
Ada froze.
Alice stiffened.
Both women flushed crimson.
Ada hurriedly pulled the quilt tighter around herself. "Ten already?"
"What do you think?" White Queen snapped.
Ada shot Jack an accusing glare.
"It's your fault."
Jack only smirked, clearly pleased with himself.
"You should be grateful," he said, deliberately emphasizing his words. "Finding a man so capable of 'doing.'"
"Shameless."
Jack stretched lazily, then spoke as though nothing unusual had happened.
"The world's news should be exploding by now. Turn on the television."
The screen flickered to life.
A CBS anchor appeared, her voice sharp with excitement.
"After careful investigation, the individual responsible for last night's attack on the Stark Industries Expo has been confirmed. He matches the identity of Jack — the World War II criminal who vanished mysteriously decades ago."
Images flashed.
Fire.
Destruction.
Jack's face.
"The President has contacted allied nations, including Japan, to discuss an appropriate response."
"The Japanese nation has erupted into mass protests. Demonstrators demand justice. The Prime Minister has ordered a global manhunt."
"The European Union has convened an emergency council. A multinational task force is being assembled."
The anchor's tone darkened.
"Jack — known historically as humanity's enemy — has reappeared without aging. What secrets hide behind his unchanged appearance?"
"Experts warn his power rivals catastrophic threats. Even Iron Man Tony Stark was defeated effortlessly."
Ada slowly lowered her gaze.
White Queen crossed her arms.
Alice stared silently.
"If you have any information regarding Jack's whereabouts," the anchor continued, "please contact authorities. Rewards include ten million dollars for verified intelligence, one billion for successful capture."
The broadcast continued.
Speculation.
Fear.
Panic.
Ada shook her head slowly.
"You've barely reappeared, and already the entire world hates and fears you."
Jack shrugged casually.
"I can't help being influential."
Ada's eyes narrowed. "You're ridiculously arrogant. What now? The entire world is hunting you. Are you planning to kill everyone?"
Jack laughed lightly.
"Simple disguise. Hat. Glasses. No one will recognize me."
White Queen scoffed. "You wish reality were that forgiving."
Jack's voice lowered, suddenly cold.
"If I'm discovered… murder solves the problem."
Silence fell instantly.
Alice sighed. "To you, killing is as casual as eating."
Jack grinned again.
"Normal behavior."
Alice shook her head. "Besides you, who else is truly without principles?"
Jack smirked.
"There was one. In Iron Man 2. A bitter little villain seeking revenge on the Stark family."
His eyes gleamed with narcissistic pride.
"But villains like him always die. Not everyone can succeed the way I do."
Ada glanced at him.
"Do you intend to contact that villain?"
"Depends on circumstances."
Ada crossed her arms.
"And what do you plan to do now?"
Jack's smile turned wicked.
"Since I promised Tony Stark a slow destruction… I'll start by dismantling the people around him."
Alice raised an eyebrow.
"Which means women, naturally. Kidnapping? Or worse?"
Jack wiped imaginary sweat from his brow.
"You misunderstand me. This time I plan to convince people through reasoning."
Neither Alice nor Ada looked convinced.
Jack leapt from the bed.
"Enough discussion. We're going to California."
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Peninsula Hotel Lobby.
The polished marble floors gleamed beneath crystal chandeliers. Morning guests moved leisurely, unaware of the approaching storm.
Jack, Alice, Ada, and White Queen walked calmly through the hall.
A staff member stepped forward politely.
"Sir, you haven't returned your room card."
Jack stopped.
The employee looked up.
Recognition struck like lightning.
His face drained of color.
"You… you look exactly like…"
Jack smiled.
"Like who?"
"Security! Call security! It's Jack!"
Panic detonated instantly.
Screams echoed.
Guests fled.
Chaos erupted.
Jack sighed, raising one hand.
Flames gathered.
"Such a pity," he murmured. "Another headline for the journalists."
The firelight reflected in his eyes.
And the morning peace shattered completely.