Jake grins a little.
"Hey, they can't do that. I haven't even shown off my date yet!" he says with mock indignation, following her.
The gunfire came from the direction of the left corridor, and they see a door directly in front of them, and that the corridor turns right. There's a flash of gunfire from down that way, Jake keeps up with Jane as they head toward it.
The two of them turn the corner and walk into a bloodbath.
There are bodies throughout the corridor, all of them in the charcoal suits. Some are Japanese, others are American. All of them are dead. The smell of blood is everywhere, and the trail leads to an open door at the end of the hallway, where a loud conversation can be heard from.
"Filthy gaijin! You have dishonored the terms of our agreement! Your employer has stolen the mask, honorless dog!" someone yells in English, a Japanese accent coloring their words.
"Everybody be cool!" replies the same male voice that they heard talking to Bernie. "We don't have your mask, but you shot at Mister Kestrel, and that isn't going to work."
"LIARS! Give us the mask or die!" the voice yells again. There is the sound of safeties being disengaged.
Jake tosses aside his crossbow and bulls his longbow, knocking an arrow as he moves forward.
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