One of the other people around the table--a small, waifish girl with blond hair and vivid green eyes--murmurs something inaudible in the old man's ear. He nods. "'Scuze us for a minute, Jackson?" he says to the lanky man. "And for God's sake, let 'em put their arms down, we're not in a fuckin' prison camp here."
Jackson nods to the other three, who lower their guns and usher Gordon, Donna, and Chen back out of the room.
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Date: 2009-09-16 07:34 pm (UTC)Jackson nods to the other three, who lower their guns and usher Gordon, Donna, and Chen back out of the room.