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Translated from Mandarin
To old times... Jason thought, downing the shot of whisky, the alcohol warming his throat. He'd got in on a flight from Tokyo a couple of hours ago and checked into a local hotel. But, he couldn't face sitting around in the small room with nothing to do, so he'd gone for a walk and ended up here. Ever since leaving Angel Grove behind, he'd never liked having too much time to think.
It's not Angel Grove that you miss... He thought, savagely, pushing the thought away. That part of your life is over. You're not a Ranger, anymore. Get used to it.
Putting the glass on the bar, he stood up, heading for the rest room when he collided with another man coming the other way.
'I'm sorry...' Jason began, but the man shrugged him off.
'Why don't you watch where you're going?' He snapped and Jason stepped back, watching him carefully. He was dressed in a rumpled black business suit, without a tie and his collar undone, alcohol heavy on his breath.
I'm very sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going...
Jason moved to walk passed him, but the man grabbed his arm. Jason twisted out of his grip and the man lunged towards him, his fist balled to strike. However, Jason was already moving, the punch falling short as he stepped back out of range.
Easy. Don't provoke him...
Resisting the urge to raise his hands in a fighting stance, Jason kept his arms away from his sides, watching him man met his stare for a long moment before turning away, heading towards the stairs and Jason watched until he was out of sight, breathing a sigh of relief.
Sometimes, it was easier when all I had to fight were Putties...
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