Things were all getting very out of control very fast. And Jack didn't like it when things got out of control at all. He liked things do go according to plan. Just so. Like clockwork, if you will. And all this?

First the guard running in. And the mask...was is illusion or some mechanism or...whatever it was the sound was making his fingers want to dig right into his eye sockets. And then the gunshot. He looked towards his little snakesman and swore. Caught the little lad about the waist and tried to ignore all the sticky. And wet.

Mum gulped. Something...something very wrong just happened she was sure of it.
The only good thing is that the mask stopped it's screeching. Instead it just looked at her with eyes like burning hot coals and made pain shoot all through her body. It made her kick and twist. She didn't really get that Valentine was trying to carry her away she just wanted to get away from the mask that was hurting her so much. But she couldn't! Then again if she was in her right mind she would probably realize that the pain might have been coming from the bleeding hole in her side. After all that made a lot of sense too.
Instead the little kid just struggled in Valentine's arms a little until shock set in and her movements grew weaker...

The little man wasn't well. Now, Jack was no physic. Far from it. Better at spillin' blood than stopping it. But even he knew that blood comin' from the side was no good thing. Taking the struggling lad stoutly about the waist, he looked about. Put fingers to mouth. A long, low whistle echoed all through the place, taken from him to those who heard him. Answering whistles came back. Telling how it fared by pitch. Right, then.

Some struggle and a deal of effort took them out of that place. It wasn't until cool air tickled the back of his neck that Jack set the tiny lad down. Wadded up a pocket square and tied it with his shirt. But he had to get out of there. To the docks.

....right. Underground it was.