Jack swung himself down to the window sill and peered inside. He saw the apartment's residents, an old woman with two young children, try to push a shelf in front of the door. The door crashed in and Jack didn't pause to bother opening the window. He rammed it with his fist clutching the weighted billy club, and tumbled inside to land on his feet, ready to fight.
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