The light is low, but there's enough that John's eyes adjust relatively quickly and he scans the room as they enter. Four mean instead of two -- the ones from the restaurant and two others who were already in the room -- and two women, huddled together at the far end. One of them is crying, the other stroking her hair.

The rage that rises in John is almost unbearable, but his expression doesn't change. Men like these are the ones who infuriate him above almost all else. John is trained well, he can turn off his feelings, but when he sees a man abusing a woman, he sees Jessica. Over and over, he sees only Jessica and it breaks his heart.

"Who the hell are-"

"Shut up," John answers before the man can even finish his question. This isn't going to be a conversation, this is going to be a fight. His eyes flicker toward Dutch and he smiles, just the barest hint. "Let's put them all down. I don't care how."