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The door slid shut, leaving Jack alone with a man who, less than one year ago, had tried to kill him. Just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse. Arin seemed a bit out of it – like he wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up in this cell – but his eyes burned with hate when they settled on Jack. How exactly did the Ragnosians get their hands on one of Slade's lackeys?
Gaping at the other man, Jack forced his eyes shut and shook his head. “Okay, let's focus on solutions,” he said. “You're stuck in here; I'm stuck in here. If we work together, I'm sure we can find a-”
“You!”
Arin's face was flushed, his mouth twisted into a sneer of contempt. The confusion he had displayed mere moments ago vanished as if anger alone had snapped him back to full lucidity. “I had given up hope,”
