So there you are, kneeling in Jacks office between two soldiers. What are you doing? You may be asking yourself, well, you have been a thorn in Hyperions side for a hot minute. Causing billions I damaged. You're an advanced class. 6. What else are you good for? Jacks finally caught you, and I doubt he'll let you go. He's leaned against his desk, collar in hand. "What's it gonna be pumpkin? Be my pet? Or get tossed out the airlock?"