cyphered: (oғ тнe day)
Nathan "brave lil' booty" Drake ([personal profile] cyphered) wrote in [community profile] featherbed 2013-11-30 11:53 am (UTC)

There's a soft mutter ("Crap") when Nate realizes he can't actually drop down the hole without seriously injuring himself, and opts instead to straighten and look over the ledge, searching wildly for any sign of either of his partners.

"Alright. Explosions, huge hole, no word from Chloe or Cutter. Huge swarm of foreign police out for your blood. Think, Nate, think--"

Almost on cue, Nate catches the sound of a safety clicking off behind him. Before he even has time to think about it, he finds himself jumping across the rooftop and--ends just a bit too short, scrambling to hang onto a window awning. He feels the sting of something slicing his arm ("Great, now I'm gonna owe interest on top of everything else"). It takes every ounce of his willpower not to just let go, but at the moment he's hanging off a building out in the open.

That shot may have (mostly) missed him, but there's a good chance the next one won't.

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