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“Okay dad, back to bed.”

This is not an unusual chain of events. The words, however... the words catch Jamiroquai off guard. He is touched, though tries to hide it. 

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FIGHT! (Jake/Jamiroquai)

THIS BATTLE IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!

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Intro Quote(Versus): “Oh my god this is such a bad idea.”Intro Quote(Team Up): “I like this a lot better with your on my side.”Taunt: “Oh shit! I actually did something!” Special Attack: “What do you mean running away isn’t a special attack”Assist: “Oh shit! C’mon man, we got this!”Ultimate Attack: “TEENAGE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE”Ultimate Team Attack: “JAKE. THROW ME.”Win Quote(Versus): “WAIT WHAT I ACTUALLY DID IT?”Win Quote(Team Up): “Oh my god you are so attractive when we’re not dead.”Lose Quote(Versus): “I fucking.... called it.”Lose Quote(Team Up): “Sorry babe. I’m a runner, not a fighter.”Knock Out Quote(Team Up Self): “You got this babe...! Imma just... be right back.”Knock Out Quote(Team Up Partner): “OH mY GOD IF YOU’RE DOWN I DEFINITELY CAN’T WIN! BAAAABE!”

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The sedative was administered the moment the boy had stopped thrashing - and that is why he's been out long enough to be moved. When he does come around, he is in a white room -- TOO white, and the place has a vaguely sterile smell. He is alone and the room is empty, save for the small bed, its attached bathroom, and a bedside table upon which sits a bottle of water. There is no sound from outside the closed door.

Jamie just... blinks, slowly opening his eyes. He doesn’t move, only looking around and taking in every part. Leon had given him a lot of tips and advice in case of some shit like this. Maybe not specifically this event, but if he ever found himself in shit. Part of it was just figuring out what the fuck was around him and what he had at his disposal.

Not his phone. And not even the knife from his shoe. These guys had been thorough. Part of him wanted to make a stink about getting a pat down while unconscious, but it wouldn’t get him anywhere. No doubt someone was listening and watching him, even now. Slowly, he sat up, just looking at everything.

His eyes fell on the water on the table.

“Pff. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna drink this conveniently placed water given to me by the guys who were kind enough to choke out a 17 year old kid.” He slowly turned, setting his feet on the floor. “That’s not suspicious or totally grounds for legal action. Guarantee my parents did not sign my permission slip.”

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Using the quick-acting sedative was, in his mind, a less primitive and brutish means of incapacitating the boy. But again his inept help has been bested by a child, and he is forced to take matters into his own hands -- literally, by catching the would-be escapee in a terrible iron grip. Gloved fingers wrap around an unguarded throat, seeking the big veins in the neck to apply pressure to for the few seconds it takes to render an adversary unconscious.

Terror. It was only terror. Cold fear and terror, flooding Jamie on all sides as his eyes went wide, scrambling, clawing, desperate to find some way out and away from this. He needed air. He needed to breathe, but he just. Couldn’t. Horrified wife eyes looked at whatever he could, the arm, the face. For a moment, he thought he could see an ember of burning red before everything went dark….

He woke up with a headache. A groan leaked out of his mouth as his eyes tried to focus. Where was he now? How fucked was he? And what was his fastest way out?

“Well that wasn’t very nice,” he said, the words only a little slurred as he took control of his faculties again.

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“…..thanks. Thank you…… a lot.”