[He's panting from exertion once the last guy's out cold, chest under Egypt's boot. He glances down at the son of a bitch and his commandeered crowbar for a moment before looking up, locating his friend.]
Y-yeah?
[...The crowbar has blood on it now, as does his borrowed suit. Sorry, Dr. Grayson.]
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Y-yeah?
[...The crowbar has blood on it now, as does his borrowed suit. Sorry, Dr. Grayson.]