<P>But Jock was right. They didn't have anything else to work with.
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<P>"We'll let them in," he said.
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<P>The woman behind the news counter was screaming in panic. The man in red was screaming in anger. People were staring. The man in red reached into his clothing, probably to access a weapon and make use of it on the woman. The little boy watched from the shadows.
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<P>"Dominic!" Jess shouted. "Dom! Leave it alone!" Dom ignored her. He kept walking towards the disturbance. She swore under her breath.
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<P>Bishop grabbed the man's shoulder. An elbow hit him in the face. Blackness swelled around his vision, but then he was still standing. Blood ran down his face.
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<P>The man in red realized that he had just stricken a complete stranger. He looked around, as guilty persons do when feeling the pressure of imminent authority.
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<P>Unfortunately he made no use of judgment. When he saw no officer or official in the general vicinity, he turned and hit the woman in the face. She fell.
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<P>Dominic was upon him. He knocked the man to the ground, and punched him heavily with one fist. Speckles of saliva flew. Dominic struck again. Blood trickled on the cement. A crowd started to gather.
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<P>Suddenly Bishop was pulled back. Jess restrained him with both arms. "That's enough, Dom," she whispered firmly. "Let's go."
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<P>Dominic shook himself from Jess's grasp and looked down at the man in red, whose nose was broken. A hush had fallen upon the assembly. People stared.
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<P>Bishop disregarded them and approached the woman.