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Jughead took a moment to get back on his feet. His heart was racing as he looked at the two unconscious men lying at his feet - his best buddy, still completely tied up and gagged, and his assailant, merely handcuffed, clad in a black cloak and black gloves. “This is seriously strong stuff”, he thought as he tossed away the damp rag soaked with chloroform he still had in his hand. His friends were considering him as a “badass”, and he had had his good share of school bullying and domestic violence, but he had never engaged in such serious troubles with strange kidnappers before. His rational mind got the upper hand though. He couldn’t neglect to check on the other lad he had knocked out outside; in his rush to grab the gun and face his other opponent, he had not even had time to handcuff him. He quickly went out of the garage. To his relief, Sam was still exactly where he had left him, unconscious, leaning back against the Impala. Jughead quickly glanced at the trunk again.