Jack heard the saints, then let out a roar of fury. "Those cunts!" He bellowed, "If it weren't for those things my men would still be alive!" Jack was about to run out, but he stood his ground because, whilst he was nowhere near in full control of his faculties, even he could see there was an advantage to be had by staying in this building. Jack lifted his left foot, then stomped it onto the ground, causing the floor to feather out into multiple cracks. Jack wanted to kill them, he believed, he really believed that these were the same ones to whom his men had fallen.