"Then what the hell are you knocking on my door at three in the morning for?"
[i]He asked, pulling the hammer back on the revolver.[/i]
[i]Looking over the two figures, he couldn't help but notice that something was... unique about them... like he should have known who they were. Jackson couldn't place his finger on it, but they were familiar.[/i]
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