[They had a relatively easy time getting out, surprisingly enough. Mostly, John figured, because he was pretty much entirely done with dealing with the Felt right then, so he had pretty much no problem with beating them down as they came (though he did warn most of them that didn't immediately rush at them that he was seriously not tolerating their shit tonight). In the end, the total felled was something like thirteen, John had Jake's guns with their safety on shoved between the waistband of his pants and his belt, and he was more or less dragging the sharpshooter to the car he'd left a few blocks from the building.]
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Date: 2013-03-09 04:26 am (UTC)[He still hadn't said a word.]