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The girl grabs Jason by his leg, hugging him close as tears run down her face. As Jason looks into her eyes, he sees the fear gripping her tightly - refusing to let go. The rage deep within Jason's heart ignites like a wildfire, burning strong and furious. This is the innocence he's fought to protect, and despite rescuing her from death, Jason knows she will never be the same.I take care of my baddie easily. A beanbag blast to the shoulder will **** up anybody's day. I'm right behind Hood as he approaches Nayfield. I load another round into the breech and aim. "C'mon, hit us with your best shot."
Nayfield's face turns beet red and he groans loudly. We figure out what he's up to. In a burst of strength equal to Hood's, Nayfield picks up his unconscious henchmen and tosses him back at us. Both Hood and I leap out of the way to avoid getting hit by the human ragdoll. I pull myself back up and see Nayfield running off through the warehouse.
Hood runs point with me lagging behind slightly. When we catch up to the Russian gangster, he has Oksana Russovich in his arms with a gun pointed to her head.
"Here is how we do it. You try to follow, I kill girl. You move, I kill girl. Twitch or sneeze, I kill girl."
Time for a plan. Time to break out the McFly Maneuver.
"You forgot about one thing, Boris...."
I shove my arm forward and point to a spot behind him. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"
Nayfield turns to look. I take advantage of the distraction, popping out my switchblade and tossing it.
"Ahhh!" Nayfield screams in pain as the switchblade lodges into his gun hand. He lets go of Oksana to pull the blade out, giving the girl her chance to run as fast as she can away from him. She runs as fast as she can across the room and ducks behind hood.
"Nice throw," Hood says.
"I was aiming for his head."
"Augh!" Nayfeld shouts in pain, clasping his bloody hand tightly as he tries to slow the bleeding. "You will paey for this," he threatens. "I will maeke sure you two die... You won't-"
"Hey, Nayfeld?" Hood shouts, cutting the man off. Jason raises the pistol in his hand and lines up the sight to Boris's face. "Shut your mouth." Jason pulls back on the trigger, shooting a pellet of rubber directly below the man's eye. A loud "snap" sounds as Boris slaps his face, gripping at the socket as he cries and screams in agony. Jason turns to Q, an ambivalent tone in his voice, "Your witness."