"Jackson? You, Sinclair, and Ramirez will be their escorts," says the old man. "See if you can't talk to this 'Alyx' person and find out what the hell's goin' on in my city."
"Yes, sir." Jackson and his posse lead Donna and Chen back out of the room and down what passes for a hallway.
The old man sags into a nearby chair the instant the door is closed. "Glad that's over... my knees are killin' me."
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Date: 2009-09-16 08:23 pm (UTC)"Yes, sir." Jackson and his posse lead Donna and Chen back out of the room and down what passes for a hallway.
The old man sags into a nearby chair the instant the door is closed. "Glad that's over... my knees are killin' me."