<P>He stood up and paced over to a grime-veiled wall, pushing his hands flat against it, hanging his head down low.
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<P>Jaime blinked. "They got us out."
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<P>"Yes," Jacobson said, turning around, "they got us out. They also destroyed everything in their path." He shook his head and sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just having trouble handling this. All of this." 
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<P>He began to massage his temples, eyes closed.
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<P>"We're out now, and we're with them, so there's not much we can do about it," Jock suddenly stated from the shadows. He had his hands in his pockets, and his eyes were hidden beneath the sunglasses that he still hadn't bothered to remove. "What matters is now. We have to leave this city. They'll be tearing it apart by sunrise. We probably have a bounty on our heads already."
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<P>"Where would we go?" Dom asked. He had stepped into the room while Jock was speaking. Nobody noticed. Now they all looked at him like he had a tumor, as though he had forty eight hours to live, fear dabbled with anger mixed with anxiety swimming in their eyes. "And how would we get there?" Dom finally continued, realizing he had paused and no one had yet answered.
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<P>"We'll need a chopper," Jock said. "They impounded mine when they detained us. And we can't take a public flight. They don't know your names, but they know ours. And we're going to Hong Kong."
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<P>If Dom was surprised, he didn't show it on his face. "What's in Hong Kong?" he asked dryly.
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<P>"Tong. Tracer Tong," Jacobson explained. "JC, Denton, he planned on going to Tong, to Hong Kong, after he escaped. Tong had the power to stop JC's killswitch."
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<P>"Killswitch?" Dom inqueried.