The sharp note in Jack's voice gave Lexa pause. She looked at him when she realized what it was: [i]panic[/i]. Jack was scared. She'd never seen him scared before. 

Before she could process this, a cartoonish man had Jack in a headlock, the card pressing into the skin of his throat. 

Jack yelled at her to run. But she didn't hear him. Not really. Because running without him – leaving him to this man, for whatever reason wasn't an option. Just like letting him die hadn't been an option two weeks ago.

Lexa steeled herself, muscles tense, ready to react.

[color=crimson]"You can drop him or I can separate your top half from your bottom."[/color]