Mason and his men stood outside the locked theater, debating what to do.

In the street, directly opposite from the place where Mason was standing, was a safety zone.

Mason stood now with a gun in each hand.

Mason had stood motionless for perhaps five minutes when a blonde young woman came hurrying along the street.

Mason shook his head and stood in the corner.

Mason stood and swept the area with his binoculars.

Mason stood in his stirrups and looked up and down the river line.

Mason stood up, cupping a phone receiver, and said, "Bank's just waiting on you to give the final word."

Mason stood, pacing in the small room until Blues entered through a door on the inmates' side.

Mason stood in the doorway, deciding whether to cross her threshold.