"You heard the man. Do what you can. Of at the horn. Don't be too forlorn!" Jervis ordered and Jeremiah's eyes widened. There were six people on that roof. They were all going to jump. Good God. His brother had one hell of a weapon, he was terrified to think what he'd do with it.

"Is the fight club like a club-club or just a gathering of fighters?" Jonathan asked idly as he and Edward took the lead. Jon headed down the stairs and made his way towards the lift. "Could be fun, I suppose."

"Jerome." Jeremiah spoke quietly, just trying to talk to his brother for a moment. "Jerome. Please, listen to me. The Narrows is dangerous and -- and we could go. Go... go somewhere nicer." Anywhere but that gross shithole. He didn't want to get killed by some drug riddled pimp.