[ ...'Back from the dead'. What does that even mean. (Jesse doesn't yet know about the whole """reincarnation""" deal that goes on in this place. So much he still doesn't know.) But rather than reply, he's off. Twenty minutes later, a yellow Stingray screeches to a stop outside Heropa #003. Leaving his Beretta in the glove compartment, Jesse swings out of the car, locks it and heads up the walk to the front door. What the hell is he about to walk into? He has no idea. He's about to find out.
Knock, knock, knock. And seeing the guy had threatened about sending any muscle around, Jesse says loud through the door for the guy to hear, while trying to keep the announcement on the downlow from anybody else who might be nearby: ]
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Knock, knock, knock. And seeing the guy had threatened about sending any muscle around, Jesse says loud through the door for the guy to hear, while trying to keep the announcement on the downlow from anybody else who might be nearby: ]
No muscle, yo. Just me.