Jack's got no wiggle room this time, and is taken dead-on by the dropkick. His instable molecule body collapses slightly under the impact, before being flung away like a tennis ball. Honestly, this day is not going the way he'd hoped.
He hits the ground and rolls with the impact, before hurrying to his feet and sprinting around the last corner to the headquarters. The continuing sounds of gunfire and explosion were not encouraging.
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