Joe broke his wrist and that answered that question for Booker. He cursed in a few languages. Then he cursed Joe in a few more as he broke the second one. It hurt like hell, especially forcing his hands out of the cuffs but Booker could breathe through the pain.
"You're a son of a bitch," he panted, glaring hard at Joe. There had to be a better way to do that but they didn't have time for that.
With his wrists healed he grabbed the gun and got to his feet. "You should've left me."
Why the hell wouldn't they leave him?
"Let's go." He trained the gun on Quynh as they moved out of this room. Only a few security forces to fight through and then they'd be out.
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Joe broke his wrist and that answered that question for Booker. He cursed in a few languages. Then he cursed Joe in a few more as he broke the second one. It hurt like hell, especially forcing his hands out of the cuffs but Booker could breathe through the pain.
"You're a son of a bitch," he panted, glaring hard at Joe. There had to be a better way to do that but they didn't have time for that.
With his wrists healed he grabbed the gun and got to his feet. "You should've left me."
Why the hell wouldn't they leave him?
"Let's go." He trained the gun on Quynh as they moved out of this room. Only a few security forces to fight through and then they'd be out.