“I told you already, if I needed help I’d find help.” He grunted while avoiding another bullet, using the crates that lined the club’ walls so shield himself from the bullets.

“I said, and I quote, ‘Don’t follow me.’ He said, peeking over the box and shooting someone in the head. You peek over as well but he quickly grabs you by the shoulders and yanks you back down.

“And what’d you say in response?” He asked, and you nearly said something because it wasn’t exactly that obvious that it was a rhetorical question.

“You said, ‘Okay Jason, I’ll stay here Jason.’” He said, mimicking you with a high pitched voice.

“And yet, here you are.” He said, turning to you after shooting a few more goons, and moving across the room to two big mahogany doors.