He looked at Jason. Now what will I do? How the hell will I get safely out of this enemy territory? He turned and looked in the full-length mirror. But just lowering and raising it had helped the lactic acid build up. It didn't matter what the thing in front of me was, or wasn't.
I hopped up on the bed, laying my belt and shoulder holster beside me. I swallowed that, too, and tried to think. When the end of his cig was glowing bright, he snapped the lighter shut and slid it back into his pocket, then took the cig out of his mouth and blew a long line of smoke. Raise him, ask his real name, his real reason for coming to this country, and put him back? I made it a question.
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