When Jack turned from Mel, Rick took one look at the storm gathering on Jack's face, the way he clenched his fists open and closed, and stepped out of his way. Jack walked over to Lassiter and stuck out a hand to assist him in standing. "Good thing you stopped him," Lassiter said, putting out his hand for assistance. "I'd have had his ass." Jack pulled him to his feet with a snarl, and once he was upright, threw a punch into his face that blew him across the street four feet. He walked the few feet and stood over Lassiter, looking down at him. "Now you gonna have mine?" he asked. Lassiter looked up at him, blood immediately spurting from his nose. "What the hell...?" He got clumsily to his feet and faced off with Jack, his fists up as a boxer would do. He shuffled his feet a little, dancing, ready to land a blow with a closed fist. Jack actually laughed, completely loose, relaxed. "You're kidding me, right?" he said. He wiggled his fingers. "Come on." Lassiter came at him, then retreated suddenly, whirled in a crouch and came up with a high kick aimed at Jack's head. But Jack stopped the assault of Lassiter's foot with a fast hand that grabbed his ankle. Jack yanked hard and Lassiter landed on his back, his ankle still in Jack's grip. "What you going to do, buddy? Kick me?" "Let go!" Jack dropped the leg and reached down to pull him to his feet by the front of his expensive shirt. He threw a punch into his gut, doubling Lassiter over. Then another one to his face, reeling him backward onto the ground. At
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