Jack doesn't reply until he can see that patch of light, and he has to force himself not to rush toward it. Well, rush as much as he can, considering he has so little room to move as he's pushing a bag weighed down with extra weapons and there are two people in front of him.
"We will, to get through the hall and up the stairs," he says, trying to focus on that light and not freak out when open space is so close.
It seems to take forever for Doyle to get the vent cover off, but finally they're out. Jack drops to the floor of the bathroom, bracing his hands on the partitions between the stalls beneath the vent so he can get his feet under him as he comes out. They're all covered in dust, and Jack tries to brush himself off without showing how badly his hands are shaking, though he knows under the grime he's probably white as a sheet.
"Okay, now we head for the nearest stairwell and get up to the second level so we can look down on the bullpen and decide on our positions. Let's get moving," he says, trying not to sound rattled and probably failing as he screws a silencer on the end of his pistol.
"We will, to get through the hall and up the stairs," he says, trying to focus on that light and not freak out when open space is so close.
It seems to take forever for Doyle to get the vent cover off, but finally they're out. Jack drops to the floor of the bathroom, bracing his hands on the partitions between the stalls beneath the vent so he can get his feet under him as he comes out. They're all covered in dust, and Jack tries to brush himself off without showing how badly his hands are shaking, though he knows under the grime he's probably white as a sheet.
"Okay, now we head for the nearest stairwell and get up to the second level so we can look down on the bullpen and decide on our positions. Let's get moving," he says, trying not to sound rattled and probably failing as he screws a silencer on the end of his pistol.
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