Huntah Huntah

Jet didn't know what situation he was in, or at least pretended to be. He heard the alarms and was instructed to go to holding room 4. A hallway with bags followed after, and Jet grabbed one of them.

"I'm assuming we have to do something with these," He said, observing it. "Hum? Where is he?" He swayed his head around, looking for Ted.

Ted caught Jet's eye, and swivelled away, he whistled and pretended to not know him. As the crowd of prisoners, old and new headed down the hallway, a lot of them, flat out avoided Jet, avoiding him as if he caught the bubonic plague. However, a lot of unsavoury faces, stared at him from afar, wrath present in their eyes.

Jet noticed that Ted, and all of the other prisoners were avoiding him. He would look around, trying to decipher what is happening, and that only left him with the rather unwanted conclusions.

Still, he did nothing but continue heading to where the hallway led to.

Finally a lanky individual muttered that he couldn't wait anymore, he peeled from the group, and would attempt to hit a solid blow to the back of Jet's head.

Jet noticed the lanky individual attempting to hit him, he would grab him by the arm and tried to swing him around, and if he did he would throw him into the ground.

The man would be thrown to the ground, he threw his hands to the ground and managed to break his fall. As if lighting a fuse, four more criminals came forward. They would try to dogpile Jet, and kick at him.

Jet got kicked by the men, and he fell. Shortly after, he got back up.

He looked at them with fierceness. If they took his cue, they would back off. If they didn't, Jet would be more than willing to defend himself.

"Gentleman," a voice loud and intimidating boomed. The men who attacked Jet paused, their bloodlust stamped out with a single word, "the boss..." one of them said in a quiet voice, filled with fear. All eyes, once on Jet, now turned to a figure at the back.

"I can understand your feelings, I share them, but we simply have to get this job done before continuing to the next."

Jet looked to whomever the voice belonged to, and noticed that everyone set their eyes on them.

"That must be the boss that man mentioned," Jet thought to himself.

The crowd parted in the wake of The Boss. He was a big man, easily 7 feet, his muscles bulged like basketballs, his skin was black, and his skull was completely smooth of any strand of hair. He smirked at Jet, "Hello little bomber man, did they bother you?"

"Yes, they did. I didn't mind it much," Jet casually said to the boss, "I think it's good to see that this place still has some life."

"That's ironic coming from you," The Boss said, his smirk still present on his face.

"What is?" He asked. His face contorted into one of wariness and distrust. "...What have I done to you?" He asked him. It seemed like everyone had a beef with Jet.

"I once had a sister, and a brother. You're quite the traveller." The Boss said, he began to walk towards Jet.

"You once had?" Jet asked him. "I apologize for your loss."

Then the man got closer and the height difference was enormous. "So, what can I do for you?" Jet asked the boss man.