Kicking the guy in the face seems to be the thing that spurs them on, and Nate's glad for the familiar weight of the gun in his hands when he finally stands free of the chair and raises it. It's not his gun, but it'll do in a pinch. The crowd of people starts to rush at them, and maybe Nate has a gun in his hand but they're still severely outnumbered and he doesn't know how many of them are hiding weapons. His finger settles on the trigger, steady like it has a thousand times before, only then Chloe steps in front of him.
If he had more time he might have rolled his eyes at her. She knows he can handle himself, despite the current evidence to the contrary. She's watched him shoot his way out of stickier situations than this, but she still steps in front and nudges him behind like he needs protecting. The shots she fires cuts off any protest he might have made though, so Nate focuses instead on getting Coop towards the door. He hasn't fired a shot since coming in here and Nate knows he won't want to. He's hoping for Coop's sake that he won't have to.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees a hand go into the folds of the robe the person's wearing, and Nate turns and fires without waiting to see what he might be holding, the bullet hitting him in the shoulder. "I'm never buying coffee from these assholes again," he mutters, walking backwards towards the door with his gun still raised. If they manage to get out of this, maybe he'll even swear off the stuff altogether.
He risks a quick glance back at Coop, just to make sure he's still there and moving, and then he fires another quick shot at the garage door mechanism, hearing it spur to life behind them. "Chloe!" he calls, warning her quickly that they have their way out.
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If he had more time he might have rolled his eyes at her. She knows he can handle himself, despite the current evidence to the contrary. She's watched him shoot his way out of stickier situations than this, but she still steps in front and nudges him behind like he needs protecting. The shots she fires cuts off any protest he might have made though, so Nate focuses instead on getting Coop towards the door. He hasn't fired a shot since coming in here and Nate knows he won't want to. He's hoping for Coop's sake that he won't have to.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees a hand go into the folds of the robe the person's wearing, and Nate turns and fires without waiting to see what he might be holding, the bullet hitting him in the shoulder. "I'm never buying coffee from these assholes again," he mutters, walking backwards towards the door with his gun still raised. If they manage to get out of this, maybe he'll even swear off the stuff altogether.
He risks a quick glance back at Coop, just to make sure he's still there and moving, and then he fires another quick shot at the garage door mechanism, hearing it spur to life behind them. "Chloe!" he calls, warning her quickly that they have their way out.