This kind of thing has always suited Chloe, he thinks. It's been a while since they've been in this kind of situation but he can admit he likes seeing her in her element, even if he has to be tied to a chair and gagged. If he were less concerned with not being murdered, he might have paid a little more attention to the hesitation when Chloe refers to him, but that can wait. He's told her before that she suits playing the hero and he knows she'd roll her eyes at him and argue, but she does.
Coop looks a little less at ease, but so long as he doesn't slip and shoot Nate in the head, he doesn't really care.
He does care about the knife that's still at his throat, though. Despite Chloe's warning, smoothie guy hasn't budged, and Nate feels the blade press a little firmer against his neck. "Drop your weapons," he orders, and Nate has to give the guy that at least. He's got balls.
He doesn't expect Chloe to relinquish her gun so easily, though. This should be an easy fight, .45 against knife, but then Nate hears the click of a safety being turned off and when he flicks his eyes upwards he can see that smoothie guy has more than just a knife. Damn.
Nate shifts against the bindings again, and in response the knife presses firmer again until Nate starts to feel the sharp sting of it, the first beads of blood pooling. "Put them down or he dies," the voice says again, and by Nate's reckoning he's still outnumbered two to one, but that doesn't seem to have stopped him.
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Coop looks a little less at ease, but so long as he doesn't slip and shoot Nate in the head, he doesn't really care.
He does care about the knife that's still at his throat, though. Despite Chloe's warning, smoothie guy hasn't budged, and Nate feels the blade press a little firmer against his neck. "Drop your weapons," he orders, and Nate has to give the guy that at least. He's got balls.
He doesn't expect Chloe to relinquish her gun so easily, though. This should be an easy fight, .45 against knife, but then Nate hears the click of a safety being turned off and when he flicks his eyes upwards he can see that smoothie guy has more than just a knife. Damn.
Nate shifts against the bindings again, and in response the knife presses firmer again until Nate starts to feel the sharp sting of it, the first beads of blood pooling. "Put them down or he dies," the voice says again, and by Nate's reckoning he's still outnumbered two to one, but that doesn't seem to have stopped him.