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I just stood there as Oscar grabbed me and walked me towards the door. When the fresh air hit me, I woke up.

"Get off me!" I shouted. I elbowed him in the gut and tried to get away, but his grip was like iron. I tried to hit him again and swung my fist back, but he caught it and hit me in the face. I could feel blood flowing from my nose and I punched him in the gut again. He grabbed left my arm and twisted it around, I groaned. I tried to kick him in the groin but I saw a flash of metal and hot pain erupted in my right shoulder. I turned to see how bad the cut was and I pulled my other arm out of Oscar's reach and went to stop the bleeding. That effectively stopped my attacking and punching.

"Let's go, doll," Oscar said and grabbed my wounded arm. I cried out in pain but couldn't fight him. We were walking away from the Lodge, and away from the distribution center. 'We're going to his house,' I groaned. I didn't want to think what would happen when we got there.

Newsies' POV

Racetrack burst into the Lodge, but found the lobby deserted; everyone was already asleep. After Oscar pulled Jinx out the door, he saw their fight. He was still on the ground and only realized that when Oscar was pulling Jinx away. He got up and ran all the way to the Lodge House. He paced around the room in little circles, and didn't know what to do. He decided on the rational thing. "Jack!" he shouted, loud enough to wake the whole house and the cemetery down the street. "Mush! Blink! Skittery! Boots! Specs! Oh, God! JACK!"

"D#$% it, Race!" Jack shouted as he and the other boys raced down the wooden steps. "Shut the hell up!" Soon all the Newsies were awake and in the lobby, wondering why the heck would somebody get up at this unholy hour.

"What'd you wake us up for?" Mush asked, mirroring everyone's thoughts. "I was havin' this dream 'bout dis goil-"

"Shut it!" Blink said to Mush, who was not a morning- er, middle of the night person. "Just tell us why you f-ing woke us up!" he told Race.

"Fella's listen!" Race said. "Oscar, the scabs! They's got Jinx!" Race explained what happened at the restaurant, but left out the part why they were there and tried not to look at Cowboy. Everyone sat in shocked silence. They were so upset, no one bothered to tease Race about the welt growing bigger on his nose.

Jack sat down with his head in his hands. "It's all me fault." He mumbled.

"No, it's my fault." Specs said, leaning against a wall.

"No, it's my fault." Blink said, dejectedly. Soon all the Newsies were trying to take the blame. It was going to turn into an all out brawl against each other if somebody didn't tell get it under control.

"Just shut up!" Race said. "It's all you'se faults!" everyone nodded. "We just gotta get 'er back!" they nodded again. "Any ideas?" Blink raised his hand.

"What is we just charge in there and get 'er?" he suggested. "Yeah, then we could soak 'em and grab Jinx!" he said, warming up to the idea. The Newsies mostly agreed, because this plan involved soaking scabs.

"What if they recognize you'se?" Boots asked. "They could be on ta you'se and soak us instead!" he sounded worried.

"Noivous, Boots?" Blink asked, and they all laughed. Jack stood up and had this glint in his eyes that would make any scab (or person) think twice about crossing him.

"Now, hold on. Boot's is right." he said.

Boots shoulder bumped Bumlets while he muttered, "Told ya so,"

"The Delancey's got a poker game tonight, and dey probably gots all kinds o' weapons. But if we got… a few friends to take care of da matter, we could storm in and take Jinx back." Everyone looked at Jack doubtfully. "And then soak the scabs." he added. They smiled and agreed. "Now c'here," he motioned to get them to get closer. "'Bout da friends we'se need," he said and smiled. "I got's poifect one's in mind."