Something changed in Jason as he knelt. The full weight of the situation kept him solidly on his knees. A trembling hand wiped the falling rivulets of regret from his face. In an attempt to push himself passed this current moment he dropped the weapon he held and reached for the metal bar that rose vertically from the buses floor. Jason knew he couldn't let this destroy him. Something deep inside him whispered of survival, of a yet unfulfilled purpose, and like a sign from god Julian's voice broke through his brooding.<br/><br/>"This things about to go up!" Jason struggled to make sense of the words at first, but the mixing aromas of gas and smoke in the air brought him to the dire conclusion.<br/><br/>"I'm not gonna die here god dammit!" Jason yelled forcefully, not realizing how dry his throat had become until he spoke out loud. The smoke filled him as he drew himself from the gore covered floor with a new vigor. Jason's footsteps thundered through the enclosed space and he was launched clear of its confines as the bus suddenly dropped to the right with a loud pop. Landing shoulder first, he managed to turn the ungraceful fall into a roll, and it very well might have saved his life.<br/><br/>The forward momentum from his not quite Burt Reynolds style tumble brought him back to his feet. Jason focused all of the energy he possibly could into a jump that would, god willing, land him in the truck bed with Julian. A loud crack that drowned out all other noise in the area and a burst of heat punctuated his landing in the truck. A cold pain lit across his back, lashes of flame caressing him. For the moment he felt he might be safe. Possibly on fire, but safe.