[Jacob doesn't recognize the man or his apparent personal tactical squad, but he recognizes the voice. He trusts the voice. So he nods, and pauses to stoop and help himself to the sidearm of a fallen guard before he is ready to head out.]
Right behind you. And let me tell you, it's damn good to see a familiar face. Mask. You know what I mean.
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Right behind you. And let me tell you, it's damn good to see a familiar face. Mask. You know what I mean.