Daniel Jackson Saving Private Ryan Novels & Stories

I walked away before I could lose my fucking mind and smash Miller’s shake into his face. I kept moving through the complex, hunting, watching, gathering the puzzle pieces that were painting a terrifyingly clear picture of a psychopath driven by pure, unadulterated envy. I found Jackson sitting by the ice baths, scrolling through his phone. I approached him the same way I did with Miller. "Hey," I said, leaning against the tiled wall. "Have you seen Ryan?" Jackson looked up, a flicker of genuine discomfort crossing his face before he masked it. "Uh, I think he went to the media room to do some individual tape review. Why? Do you need him?"

I didn't want to lose Darcy to anybody. I pulled out my phone from my purse and found the number I was looking for. "Ms. Brittany," his smooth voice filled my ear . "It's been a while." Jackson was the best private investigator in New York. Discreet, ruthless, and expensive. He had saved me during my divorce from Wilsom, unearthing secrets that preserved my fortune. "Jackson, I'm sending you a photo," I said, forwarding the image with shaking hands. After a pause, his voice returned. "Attractive, Early twenties. What's her connection?"

She wanted to go out and celebrate. After saying her goodbyes to Daniel, Jessica left with all smiles. Behind her, Daniel watched her leave with a cold expression on his face. His lips were tightly pursed as he watched her lithe figure for a while. Then, he turned and entered the elevator. In his office on the top floor, Ryan was waiting for him. As soon as he entered, he leaped to his feet. "You're done for, Danny!" Daniel gave him a cold look. "I didn't release the video," he said calmly.

"Yes, sir." Daniel followed Javier to another door, where he got into a car. "Taylor? What is Jakson doing now?" Zayden, certain that Jakson would use Taylor, muttered to himself. It was possible that Taylor would receive a microchip like Olivia. ***

I call Jones. "Mr. Ryan?" "Jones, I need you to prepare the jet." "For when sir?" "In two hours." "Where to, sir?" Texas, Dallas. "Okay, sir. Do you need anything else?" "No. Thank you." I hang up. After taking the jet and sleeping for approximately an hour, I was counting the seconds for the damn flight to end. "Mr. Ryan, do you want anything?" Grace asks again, only ten minutes apart.

“You expect me to betray Victor Hale?” Adrian answered simply, “I expect you to survive.” Silence filled the room. The monitor flashed again. DATA RELEASE: 90% Daniel’s voice trembled slightly. “Almost done…” Ryan lowered his gun just a little. “Clock’s ticking.” The soldier looked at the screen. Then at Adrian. Then back at the door where gunfire still echoed. Finally— He lowered his weapon. Ryan blinked. “…Well.” “That worked.” Adrian nodded once. “Leave.” The soldier didn’t argue.

“So you believed her and went with her?” “Yes. She sounded pretty desperate at that time.” “And then what happened? What did you help her with?” This time Ryan couldn’t answer. He blinked and hesitated. “I know because I was the one who told her to get you out of there. And you know what, she happily obliged.” Jackson smirked. “Why? So you could take revenge?” this time I questioned Jackson. I was fuming with rage. Jackson said everything like this is all just a game to him.

Michael said. "So, Daniel what do you think of him? Do you like him?" Daniel stood silent. "Did he force you? Ok just tell me." Michael said pulling his gun out and cocking it. "NO, NO NO he didn't..." they all started laughing even Jackson. He knew they are all just making scene. Daniel is too cute for Jackson. "So, the burn is same on both side." Jim said while holding Jackson's head between his arm. "You found a good man Daniel. This idiot here is perfect for you."

"Then we make them take nothing." LOGAN I stood beside the fireplace, hands folded behind my back, watching the dance of fire and waiting for the rest of us to arrive. Jackson sat at the end of the table, rotating a dagger from one hand to the other like it was a toy. His hair lengthened. Darkened. He smiled less. Ryan paced. As always. "Stop doing that," I said without turning to him. "I'm not pacing." "You are. And it's giving me a serious headache."

Jackson. He pulled it out. A file thirty three years old. Containing every trace of the man who’d dared to take what was his, Elena’s love, and his place in her life. Robert opened it. Inside, faded documents, photos, prison reports. And on the last page, a recent image. Captured from one of his private surveillance feeds. Killian Jackson. Still alive. Still locked away. Robert’s expression didn’t change, but something in his chest twisted. Not guilt, no, that had long been burned out of him, but recognition. The old man’s eyes, hollow and wild, reminded him too much of killian.