When Fontaine grabbed him at the collar, Jack seized him by the wrist in reflex, feeling a jolt of defensiveness. But he softened easily when the man ordered him to rendezvous later … and Jack just gave him a hard look that was noncommittal. Neither a yes or a no.
He stepped forward, eyes already alight with that predatory instinct to watch for foes among the masses. Then Jasmine leaped to him, and Jack caught her with a surprised gasp.
Please…please be safe…I can’t lose you.
His arms wrapped around her firmly but he released her also, trying to communicate haste. The sentiment shocked him into worry more than it warmed him; Jack wanted her out of the building now. He was more worried about her safety than his.
"I’ll be right here. Right behind you. Just hurry."
Suddenly he shouted; “GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!”
And to get things moving, he shot a bolt of lightning straight toward the door to clear a path. One person got caught in the static and fell to the floor, seizing. It did good to part the people, causing even more screams, but the open path wouldn’t last long.
His hand clasped hard around hers. Possibly too hard. But he needed to hurry. They needed to hurry. Running through the chaotic crowds of bloodied victims and rallying enemies, both Frank and Jasmine were coming up close to their apartment building. Fortunately for them, it had been placed quite close to Sinclair’s new casino. Or what was left of his casino.Â
As they turned down the alleyway, Frank looked around him making sure a fellow or two wouldn’t follow them inside. Once the coast was clear, he opened the apartment building up, ushering Jasmine inside. His hand found the small of her back.
As soon as he heard the door shut behind him, he let out a animalistic roar. Anger and adrenaline were coursing through his blood. His anger mostly stemmed from the fact he almost lost his fiancee to an unknown group of psychos.Â
Turning back to stare at the frightened Jasmine, he sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Habits.” All he could manage was a shrug. In a time like this, Jasmine would most likely find out who the true Fontaine was. Could it ruin everything?