Jack lay on the rubble, his head turned to regard Reyes as the older man fired in return, which was likely a terrible idea all around for everyone involved. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to roll from his back to his side to crowd in behind Reyes' legs, aware that they were the most protective aspect of this entire place. God, now his jacket was entirely destroyed!
He looked around Reyes' legs, trying to pick out any sign of the shooter. There was a single returned shot which ricochet off some of the debris nearby. There was a flash of the muzzle in the tree line, someone clearly trying to take a higher position to be able to see through the rain and line up a better shot. They also gave away their position.
"...you need to kill 'em, Gabe," he growled, as if it wasn't obvious already. "I'll follow you." Slower, dragging himself if he had to. They were getting out of here and if that involved shooting their way out, so be it. "Maybe also bring me that weapon as a souvenir, yeah?"
He spit blood on the ground, breathing hard and trying to apply pressure to his newest wound. The last thing that he needed right now was a new place to bleed from, but there was no helping that either. He was already exhausted, and both of them had suffered heavy blood loss. The sooner they got themselves out of here, the safer that they would likely be.
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Date: 2019-05-01 04:26 am (UTC)He looked around Reyes' legs, trying to pick out any sign of the shooter. There was a single returned shot which ricochet off some of the debris nearby. There was a flash of the muzzle in the tree line, someone clearly trying to take a higher position to be able to see through the rain and line up a better shot. They also gave away their position.
"...you need to kill 'em, Gabe," he growled, as if it wasn't obvious already. "I'll follow you." Slower, dragging himself if he had to. They were getting out of here and if that involved shooting their way out, so be it. "Maybe also bring me that weapon as a souvenir, yeah?"
He spit blood on the ground, breathing hard and trying to apply pressure to his newest wound. The last thing that he needed right now was a new place to bleed from, but there was no helping that either. He was already exhausted, and both of them had suffered heavy blood loss. The sooner they got themselves out of here, the safer that they would likely be.