Jack Sharpe II: BE AGRESSIVE!
Dipping into the prodigious depths of his memories, Jack pulls up the reference he wants to make: “I’m in,” he replies, because he’s always thought it was a funny thing said in movies, “In case I fail, get word to the Monkey, he’ll know who to tell. Anyway, it’s clearly a dream-state. Reminds of Seurat’s, A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. Faceless people. It’s playing music. From the Cars, I think,” he actually doesn’t remember the name of the band for certain because it was just one random memory but without proper tagging because he can only identify the music based on composition and vocal qualities which are hardly one hundred percent accurate.
“Anyway, the period would be the 80s, I assume. Mullets, Converse high-tops,” he explains over the radio as he walks forward, checking for identifiable differences across different wavelengths. The guy probably isn’t also changing their expression in things like X-rays and infrared if he can’t perceive in those wavelengths, so he looks for ways to spot his target as he moves.
He also listens for anything out of place, besides the music. Though he does move closer to the sound of the music, his voice going more quiet.
“I’ll try to pass along any additional information I can,” he shares.