[Sinclair's hands go tense around his baton as they shoulder the exit open. They're hit by blaring sirens, fire trucks lined up to douse flames from the other complex, and in the distance.
Sinclair exhales in relief]
Everyone made it out alright...
[Though judging by the way Dante was holding his head, he was having a conniption over...something. Sinclair decides he just doesn't want to know]
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[Sinclair's hands go tense around his baton as they shoulder the exit open. They're hit by blaring sirens, fire trucks lined up to douse flames from the other complex, and in the distance.
Sinclair exhales in relief]
Everyone made it out alright...
[Though judging by the way Dante was holding his head, he was having a conniption over...something. Sinclair decides he just doesn't want to know]