Calinon
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Adreniline and fear driving him, he forces himself to look away from the girl and his brother and back at the gunmen, fighting back a wave of nausea from the graphic death he witnessed.
"Isn't what she seems!? Trust you!?" he exclaims in a mixture of shock and anger. "What the heck is the matter with you people!?" Jason shouts. "You tear up like you're in some bloody movie, wave guns at my brother; you just killed a girl -- a kid -- in cold blood! And you want me to trust you?! Screw you and this black ops, secret agent, gestapo crap! You aren't getting anywhere near my brother!"
He moves to keep between the gun-toting men and Alan and nudges Alan back towards the door, none too gently. "Get inside, call the police," he growls, hoping the urgency of the situation sinks in. "Now, bro," he adds without looking away from the gunmen.
"Isn't what she seems!? Trust you!?" he exclaims in a mixture of shock and anger. "What the heck is the matter with you people!?" Jason shouts. "You tear up like you're in some bloody movie, wave guns at my brother; you just killed a girl -- a kid -- in cold blood! And you want me to trust you?! Screw you and this black ops, secret agent, gestapo crap! You aren't getting anywhere near my brother!"
He moves to keep between the gun-toting men and Alan and nudges Alan back towards the door, none too gently. "Get inside, call the police," he growls, hoping the urgency of the situation sinks in. "Now, bro," he adds without looking away from the gunmen.
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