Steve does look back over his shoulder, but slow isn't in his vocabulary. Not now that they're on the ground and he's even factored out which house it is, and the house happens to be less than forty feet away. All he has is the go, go, go, go in his head. Readiness. Focus. The answers he wants are inside those walls, behind that door, and he's going to do whatever it takes, under whoever's heading he has to use today, to get them.
For Hesse. But even more, now, for his Dad.
He isn't expecting exactly the several conjunctive crashes that sound as he's taking the first few steps. Flattening against the wall, with a hand waving back to Danny, downward to wait, stand down, pause back, as a woman yells, "You ruined my life!" Followed by a thick, argumentative male voice, which Steve was banking on being Doran. Doran or a flunkie of Doran's he could use to get to Doran.
Steve pulled out his gun, slipping the safety off, as the yelling continued, and gave a small wave to send Danny across.
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Date: 2014-01-18 09:25 pm (UTC)For Hesse. But even more, now, for his Dad.
He isn't expecting exactly the several conjunctive crashes that sound as he's taking the first few steps. Flattening against the wall, with a hand waving back to Danny, downward to wait, stand down, pause back, as a woman yells, "You ruined my life!" Followed by a thick, argumentative male voice, which Steve was banking on being Doran. Doran or a flunkie of Doran's he could use to get to Doran.
Steve pulled out his gun, slipping the safety off, as the yelling continued, and gave a small wave to send Danny across.