Jack rushes across to the other door to the dining room, the one closer to the front of the house.
It can't be Ramon Salazar. Salazar's dead, he can't be the one holding Kim--
From this doorway, he can see through the living room doorway, see Kim cradling one hand, see blood on the thigh of her jeans. His hand tightens around his gun, he wants to rush in there shooting, kill every fucking one of them for doing this to his daughter, but his training holds him back. There are four men in that room, all armed, two of which are facing the door he would have to enter. He knows Salazar's people are well-trained; he'd get one shot off, maybe two, before they'd kill him. And then Chris and Kim would both be in greater danger. He needs to stay calm.
It's not easy, howver, when he sees Ramon tying the tourniquet around Kim's arm, sees the syringe. From his vantage point he can't see what's in the syringe or see Ramon inject it, but he doesn't have to see. He knows. And it takes every bit of self control he has not to go berserk. You're not going to be able to save her if you get yourself killed, he repeats to himself.
The back door opens and there's a scuffling noise, like someone struggling. Shrinking against the wall, he waits a moment then sees two men coming towards the living room.
If Jack thought seing Ramon was a surprise, it's nothing compared to this. Dragged in by one of Ramon's henchmen, his lip split, a short growth of beard on his face, is none other than himself.
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It can't be Ramon Salazar. Salazar's dead, he can't be the one holding Kim--
From this doorway, he can see through the living room doorway, see Kim cradling one hand, see blood on the thigh of her jeans. His hand tightens around his gun, he wants to rush in there shooting, kill every fucking one of them for doing this to his daughter, but his training holds him back. There are four men in that room, all armed, two of which are facing the door he would have to enter. He knows Salazar's people are well-trained; he'd get one shot off, maybe two, before they'd kill him. And then Chris and Kim would both be in greater danger. He needs to stay calm.
It's not easy, howver, when he sees Ramon tying the tourniquet around Kim's arm, sees the syringe. From his vantage point he can't see what's in the syringe or see Ramon inject it, but he doesn't have to see. He knows. And it takes every bit of self control he has not to go berserk. You're not going to be able to save her if you get yourself killed, he repeats to himself.
The back door opens and there's a scuffling noise, like someone struggling. Shrinking against the wall, he waits a moment then sees two men coming towards the living room.
If Jack thought seing Ramon was a surprise, it's nothing compared to this. Dragged in by one of Ramon's henchmen, his lip split, a short growth of beard on his face, is none other than himself.