As he hears Ryan's voice, he turns to look at Chris. She's stopped in the doorway, the door partly open. Jesus, if they start shooting, she's a ripe fucking target--not to mention she'll let any stray bullets into the bar!
"Chris, move now!" he hisses, backing toward the door. It's only a few feet from the storage room to the door to the bar, but it's a very exposed few feet, and it feels like a mile.
An agent is peering around the corner and Jack quickly lets off two rounds, well above the agent's head. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, he just wants them to stay around the corner long enough for him to get the hell out.
"Ryan, I know the drill; don't try and negotiate with a fucking negotiator," he says, trying to sound stern. He just needs to keep them off him for another couple seconds...
There's a moment of quiet, and he glances behind him; only another foot or so to he doorway, but Chris is still standing there.
Suddenly one of the agents swings around the corner, and opens fire. Jack dives for the door, giving Chris a shove into the bar as plaster dust rains down on him. A bullet whizzes by his head, hitting the doorframe with a soft thunk as he passes through the doorway, and slams the door closed behind him.
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Date: 2005-05-16 03:32 am (UTC)"Chris, move now!" he hisses, backing toward the door. It's only a few feet from the storage room to the door to the bar, but it's a very exposed few feet, and it feels like a mile.
An agent is peering around the corner and Jack quickly lets off two rounds, well above the agent's head. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, he just wants them to stay around the corner long enough for him to get the hell out.
"Ryan, I know the drill; don't try and negotiate with a fucking negotiator," he says, trying to sound stern. He just needs to keep them off him for another couple seconds...
There's a moment of quiet, and he glances behind him; only another foot or so to he doorway, but Chris is still standing there.
Suddenly one of the agents swings around the corner, and opens fire. Jack dives for the door, giving Chris a shove into the bar as plaster dust rains down on him. A bullet whizzes by his head, hitting the doorframe with a soft thunk as he passes through the doorway, and slams the door closed behind him.