[ Jason took a bite of his croissant, and wasn't disappointed. Carbs were good for stress, and he was still feeling ragged at the edges. They were short on time, information and ammunition. Jason had gotten used to his money, safe houses and guns.
Robins or robots? He wasn't sure which was the bigger threat. ]
I'd like to say we have bigger problems, but I just don't know.
I don't think we can avoid him...them completely and I don't know what they want.
[ Jason didn't know what he wanted. It was easy to tell himself he didn't care, that they could fly around and smack into windows and that was their prerogative- but his gut still churned with anger and discomfort. ]