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Jason flopped to the ground and emitted a grunt. He slowly got to his feet, leaning toward his right. He looked at the old man and glared, a small growl escaping.
You knew about the door! He accused, his knuckles turned white as he spoke. Godsdamnit! Back on the outside, i've killed men for less you know. Stop staring and say something you old whoreson! Jason stopped,he could "feel" what was happening outside, in a sense. He tried to cool his hot face and his hotter temper.
He limped over to the door and pressed his ears to it. He could hear movement, and could picture what was happening.He took a deep breathe and concentrated, trying to utilize his extensive training, he concentrated on his foot, willing the pain to be gone. He stood there for a little while and slowly the pain dimmed to nothing more than a pinprick.
Now, help me get out of here or I will make sure i'm the only one that leaves. I've asked you nicely, but now is not the time for you to go senile. Understood?
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