Daniel Jackson Saving Private Ryan Novels & Stories

He took a smartphone the man had wanted to give him earlier. He watched with his mouth wide open. Grace shot Raymond in the head and then the other man. "Is Mr. Cypher playing with me?" Jackson fumed. He was closed to tears. "I don't think this is Mr. Cypher. He wouldn't try that with you" the man that rushed in, gave his opinion. "Get me Mr. Cypher's man and the harddisk right now" he said angrily. All the men left leaving only him behind. After some minutes, his men dragged a guy in and dropped him right of Jackson. One of them handed him the hard disk.

Even Ronnie had tears in his eyes at the sight of Riley hooked up to tons of machines and barely even alive. ***** Jackson waited in the jail cell for hours before he finally gave in and called his dad, giving up hope that either Riley or Sam would be coming to bail him and Ronnie out. His dad sent one of his young girlfriends to bail him out, under the circumstances that he jumped on the next flight back to L.A. “Ronnie, I’ll get a hold of them and send them to bail you out ok? If I can’t I’ll figure out a way.” He apologized as the woman rushed him out, without even allowing him to say much to Ronnie outside of that.

He recognized them from the research he’d done for years on the Jackson men, but he was silent as Daniel continued. “Introductions have just begun, Mr. King. You haven’t been formally introduced to the rest of the guys. This is Lee Jackson, my wife’s cousin, and next to him is Owen Jackson, her brother. The two in the middle are Victor and David, also my wife’s brothers. We’re all a bit… protective of who comes around,” Daniel said, not once breaking his even, smooth tone. To an outsider, it may sound like he was having a pleasant chat, but Darius had zero doubt he was warning Darius that if he was there to cause trouble, he may as well turn around.

Carry me down. Sandra blinked. Looked at him. Then bent and set him down gently on the step between her and Ryan. Her hand lingered on his shoulder for a second before she let go. Daniel stood there between them. Small and Brave. He looked up at Ryan. Then at Sandra. Then he stepped forward. When Daniel came down from Sandra’s body, he walked straight to Ryan. He wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist. Then he turned and reached for Sandra’s hand. Both Mr. and Mrs. Grant were watching the scene from inside Silently, Mr. Grant’s jaw was tight. Mrs. Grant had her hand over her mouth. Miss Clara was still on her knees, tears falling.

Cari panicked, desperation in her voice. "Let me judge that," Ryan declared, his gaze unwavering and determined. Ryan's anger flared, demanding immediate answers. Without a moment's hesitation, he stormed towards the soldier stationed in front of the interrogation room. "Get Jackson here, now!" Ryan barked, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere like a whip. The soldier, sensing the urgency in Ryan's tone, hastily nodded and scurried off to fetch Jackson. I stood there, the weight of the situation hanging in the air like a heavy fog. It didn't take long before the soldier returned, escorting Jackson into the room.

I think I got my point across. When I walked out, I noticed a group had formed in the front yard. Sandra was walking towards them fiercely. "What's the problem here?" she asked, loudly, not fearing the group of strong men who had gathered. I was proud of her not being afraid, but nervous that she wasn't being more cautious. I would need to talk to her about that. When Jackson turned toward her, I saw his face soften for a moment before it hardened again. I walked quickly towards the group. "Why would you let him stay here?" I heard his voice before I saw his face. One of the city men, standing there, looked straight at me. "Jackson is an asset to our brothers." I said sternly, not enjoying b

“What the hell does that mean?” He shrugged, voice all calm poison. “Ask your girl.” Jackson’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm before I could take a step forward. “Don’t,” he warned. “He’s baiting you.” Daniel laughed, slinging his duffel over his shoulder. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just looking out for you. You’ll thank me later.” Then he walked out, casual as hell, like he hadn’t just dropped a grenade in the middle of the locker room.

Noah slowly shook his head while tears streaming down from his eyes "But I love you, brother. If Elisa forgave you then who I am not to? Please stay and don't leave us again." Daniel squeezed Noah's hand while he cried with his brother "I won't leave you again." ~~ "Sir, confirmed. Mr. Lee met Mr. Jackson here in Manhattan." "Are you sure? Is that really Oliver Jackson you saw?" "Yes, sir. I am one hundred percent sure. What do you want me to do now, sir?" "Just continue what you are doing. Call me when you have new information." Jack ended the call and went back to their table where Gab is eating ice cream

I raised my head to look at Sam, Mila, Robin and Casey, but they had expressions of anxiety and fear, and then they got into the car and left. When I turned to go back to Daniel, my eyes met those of Jackson, I wanted something to cling to now, something to tell me that everything would be fine and I only saw his eyes, I looked at him for a few seconds and then he caught my eye and came back to Daniel. "Do you know who did that?" I asked the viewer in front of me “No, not yet,” he replied calmly, not looking at me "Does my father know?" I asked "I don't think" he replied briefly

“I’m not letting you go anywhere. Least of all with a fucking human. We found his body Aria. There is no one other than you that is capable of that. All the others were locked down. You were the only one to get out.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Jackson has his gun pointed at Ryan. “Fucking humans!” He growls at Jackson just as he pulls the trigger. The bullet hits me in the arm and I watch Ryan lunge at him. Shifting mid air. His teeth sink into Jackson’s neck, tearing out his throat. Holding my arm, I just stare at Jacksons spasming body. Blood spurted from his throat, his own hands eagerly trying to stop it until he eventually stills.