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Several dozen well-dressed people backed away from the dance floor, many going so far as to turn and run. They toppled over chairs and knocked tables out of the way. A few ran for the exits.
Two men who had made it to the back door began pounding on it. When it refused to budge, they let out cries of terror. It wasn't long before six or seven other people surged up behind them trampled them to the ground.
One woman in a green dress was clever enough to grab a chair by its wooden legs and throw it through a window. Glass shattered, and the chilly night air swept through the room. That did it.
Everyone ran for the window.
Jack stood on the dance floor with fists raised in a boxer's stance, facing down his opponent with grim determination. “Looks like you've lost,” he said over the di
