Operation 3
Jason and his men were able to clear the room and have a moment of rest. His left arm ached badly from the stool that slammed into his shoulder while he was battling the crazy maniac who almost killed him.
He had thought of pressing charges but then again he had also beaten him up to some extent and he could also be considered an offender given that the cause of the fight was about his personal life and not as a police officer.
He held his breath to calm down the pains that threatened to draw tears from his eyes. "Check out the room ahead, I'll clean this up."
That was just an excuse so he could rest a while before going forward. His ribs too were killing him and he found it difficult to breath amidst the adrenaline that coursed through his veins.