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Jack: Continues throwing the ball, catching it as it comes back.
Jack: "It pays the bills..." He comments.
Jack: "Down side is I can't take on larger jobs, or as many." He says.
Jack: "I'm actually on my way out, kinda like private contacting. Nobody watches my back quite like myself." He says, jokingly.
Jack: "Friends call me Pinch. Cause I can get you out of one." He says, looking outside.
Jack: "Umm... No thanks... I'm good." He says as he sits.
Jack: As he sets the crate down again, he looks across the street, making quick eye contact with John.
Jack: Stops next to Seth. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
Jack: Shrugs, continuing to walk past Seth.
Jack: "Carrying this." He says motioning to the crate.
Jack: He notices Seth, calling out. "Hey buddy, lend a hand?"
Jack: He sits on the sidewalk, on top of his wooden crate.
Jack: He watches the cars go by on the road.
Jack: Adjust his flat cap, continuing down the sidewalk.
Jack: Slowly begins to walk down the street.
Jack: Looks down the street, toying with the gun in his back pocket.
Jack: Stands near the entry of an alleyway, looking around timidly.
Jack: He sits alone, working with ROB
Jack: "Watcha doing?" He asks.
Jack: He leans over Nova's shoulder, trying to read it.