"Goddammit, I really didn't want to have to run for my life," Coop barked, backing away towards the door. He held the gun aloft, making sure to swing it to and fro to keep those that wanted to advance back. He didn't want to shoot the thing but if it came down to him or them, he was going to aim, shoot and hope he didn't take anyone's eye out.

That would be gross.

Sure footed and quiet, he backed towards the door, trying to cover Nate and Chloe while they walked. That was his job, right? He was the cover, the guy who made sure neither of them took bullets in the back. He only wished he was better with the tough talk. So, he just put on his best scowl and kept his gun cocked and aimed, acting like he did this all the time and that he wasn't shaking in his proverbial boots.