<P>A UNATCO guard looked down on him from the hallway between the cell blocks. Jaime recognized him. This guy used to be a close friend. He stepped over to the door and opened a small, rectangular window on it. His eyes were expressionless.
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<P>"You shouldn't have tried it, Jaime. Manderley got paranoid when JC broke out and tried to blow the joint. Every one of us got bugged. Manderley didn't want anymore... valiant escapes. Figures the three of you would've been on Denton's side."
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<P>Jaime didn't say anything. He just turned around and looked at the floor.
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<P>"Doesn't matter now," the trooper said. "They're both dead."
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<P>Jesus, Jaime thought. They got Paul. They killed him.
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<P>"You're lucky we only drugged you and tucked you away into a comfy cell instead of letting Gunther beat your head in," he remarked.
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<P>Reyes stared at him. He clenched the shattered piece of mirror forcefully.
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<P>The small door flung shut. Footsteps were heard fading away.
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<P>Jock had vanished from his window.
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<P>Jaime Reyes was once again alone. 
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<P>Dominic stood up.
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<P>At that moment, he probably wouldn't be able to tell you his name. Where he lived. What city he was in. His birthday.
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<P>The velocity of a fired bullet varies between 600 and 5000 feet per second.