"Well, it seems you did a pretty good job", Andrew said with a
smile as he opened the door leading to the back room.
Andrew sat his backpack on the table and took off his helmet,
sitting that on the table to.
One brute picked Jack up whilst the other started punching him
repeatedly. He stopped and stepped backwards. Jack's body stayed
still and he looked lifeless.
Andrew took a can from the cupboard and hit it off the table, he
yanked off the bashed up lid and sat down.
He put the lid on the table and sat down, starting to eat.
"Looks dead." The brute holding Jack said as he laughed. He dropped
him onto the ground and walked off with the other brute. Jack lied
there, sprawled on the ground.
Andrew opened the first aid kit then took out some bandages, some
pills and a needle & thread.
"Well, at least it isn't a gun wound this time", he said as he took
off his tactical vest and sat it to the side.
Andrew took off his under vest and sat it to the side along with
the tactical vest.
"I can't stitch up my own back," he thought as he took out a rag
and began dabbing the wound.