"I don't think they're targeting you, if that makes you feel any better." No, they were trying to get his attention, or maybe Jack's, through Sasan. Which meant that they knew how to get to him. Or to Jack. Shit.

Jim didn't like the idea that they were being watched, but now he couldn't shake the thought as he and Sasan headed up to Jack's office.

An office Jack was no longer occupying. Mitchell, however, was still there, feet on the desk, smoking. "I know you can't die from those, but there is literally only a joined ventilation system," Jim grumbled. "Never mind. Where's Jack?"

Mitchell shrugged. "He said he needed a shower."