Jameson shook his head as the other men stepped over him. "Sonofabitch." He said harshly, directed toward the lump of man laying on the floor.
He looked down at his heavily weighted hands and saw the cuts and blood. Shit. He should've stopped himself before it got this far out of hand. As Mr. Sypher spoke he rolled his shoulders, trying to figure out just how things had gotten so far out of hand. He nodded. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." He said hastily, then looked down at his hands again. "I'm sorry, Sir." He declared, head bent as his hands wrung.