“I recognize that guy. He’s the one I fought with on the catwalk. I cut off his hand when he was fighting with your friend.” Jim gestured at his wounds, the blood, his banged up face. “All this should have been for you?” Hugh grinned. “I wasn’t careless enough to get my picture taken.” “Then maybe it is over.”
No. Now watch Scott's people retaliate. Oyyy.
