<strong>Paradiso Police Station</strong><br/><br/>"You're lucky he doesn't want me to put you down yet," Greg told her through the Angela mask, stepping away from the unconscious, shadowless Brandon to move back for the door.  The brute kept Lorraine tightly in place as Greg stared with arrogant indignation.  "You think you can stop the coming night?  Even if you make it to the resurrection, if some of the others don't put you down first, all you'll earn yourself is a front row seat to the end of the short and meaningless life to which you so pitifully cling."<br/><br/>He walked out, slamming the door behind him.  The moment he was gone, the darkness faded from Jason's and the brute's eyes.  Jason's gun immediately spun towards the man holding Lorraine, almost as if he didn't realize any chance from what had just happened.  "Put her down!" he yelled, and the man complied, looking confused as he backed off towards the cell once more.  Quickly Jason slammed the cell shut, the resounding clang making it clear that it locked on its own.  "Are you alright, Lorraine?" he asked, setting the firearm back into the holster.