Never doubted him, never will.

Running. Always with the running. If Jack wasn't in shape then this would really start to get to him. He'd have to have words with the Doctor and his ability to make things constantly chase them. Oddly enough the running was probably going to keep him in pretty good shape. Traveling with the Doctor was the best workout anyone could ask for. What were they running from right now? Something robotic with guns and that basically meant run in the opposite direction. If it was just one? The Doctor could probably just sonic the bastard, but it was more than one. Jack had exhausted his sidearm and was more than a little upset he didn't bring more ammo on this outing.

They rounded a corner and he pressed his back against the wall. His breathing was heavy and he prayed that they had been so far behind they hadn't seen the turn. He looked over at the Doctor and gave him a look. "Don't bring the gun, Jack! You won't need it!" Yeah he was throwing that back at him. ""Don't bring extra ammo, Jack. Just don't." Yeah he was glaring at him. Glaring like a mad man.