Roy inspected Jack as he spoke. Sure enough, under the greasepaint and costume, there was the man who had employed the henchmen. Roy was more surprised than delighted.
"Holy crap! Boss, you're alive!" He lowered the gun. "What the hell happened? We thought you were murdered! Come on up." He led his resurrected boss up to the rec room where Gary was still playing his video games.
Roy was still caught off-guard, and it took him a second to respond to Jack's question about the gun. "Oh, this? It's one of the dart guns we had with us when we came to the City. The rifle here uses tranquilizer darts. The little single-use pistols are the deadly ones. So, like, there's no hard feelings, right? Me pointing a gun at you? Heh heh..."