Jack crosses to the window and moves the curtain a fraction, just enough to peer out. Men in black clothes and carrying rifles are swarming onto the compound's grounds, as Salazar's men ran to set up positions to fire back. Government agents, undoubtedly, and somehow he knows that it will not be good if the agents find them here.
He hears Kim's whimper and quickly crosses to her as he sheds his button-down shirt, grabbing the knife off Ramon's henchman's belt, and using it to tear his shirt in half as he checks her injuries. His stomach churns with rage as he sees her hand, the fingers sticking out crookedly, the bright red burn mark on the back of her hand, the glassy expression and constricted pupils in her eyes. For a moment he'd like to empty the rest of his gun into Ramon's body, but part of him knows there's no time for petty revenge, particularly against a man who's already dead.
"It's all right sweetheart, it's me--the real me. But we need to get out of here, and you're going to need to get on your feet, okay?" he says, moving to tie one half of his shirt around the wound in her leg.
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Date: 2005-05-15 11:13 pm (UTC)He hears Kim's whimper and quickly crosses to her as he sheds his button-down shirt, grabbing the knife off Ramon's henchman's belt, and using it to tear his shirt in half as he checks her injuries. His stomach churns with rage as he sees her hand, the fingers sticking out crookedly, the bright red burn mark on the back of her hand, the glassy expression and constricted pupils in her eyes. For a moment he'd like to empty the rest of his gun into Ramon's body, but part of him knows there's no time for petty revenge, particularly against a man who's already dead.
"It's all right sweetheart, it's me--the real me. But we need to get out of here, and you're going to need to get on your feet, okay?" he says, moving to tie one half of his shirt around the wound in her leg.