Daryl paced the length of the building outside the main entrance. He'd gotten his chance to take out some of Harris' brood, but not nearly as many as he'd wanted. And the chaos had died down a good hour before. Enough that those without the means to stay out after sunup had made their way out of the building and to their homes.

Jean-Claude hadn't come out yet, though. Even with his victory being clear, Daryl had come to help on his request. A job he was getting paid for in more than just revenge.

If there was a little worry about the other man's physical state, it was being very forcefully squashed under general agitation and a desire to get his ass gone.