[The problem with shooting at Connor is that his reflexes are fast, and his pain tolerance is enough that bullets don't exactly slow him down much. He'd explained once to Sean that the scar tissue on his arm was a bullet from a hostage situation that managed to graze just far enough inside to take out a chunk of his upper arm, but he'd still managed to talk the shooter down and release the girl he was dangling off the edge of a high-rise apartment building. He'd nearly been taken over it with him when the man had fallen thanks to the blood loss, giving him an annoying, irrational fear of heights that made it really hard to go back out on his balcony after that.
So when the bullet hits his shoulder and sprays the wall beside them with blood, he's already pulled the trigger and put his own bullet through the center of the shooter's forehead. One shot, an easy kill, and he's bustling Sean down the last flight of stairs to get him out to the beat up little Toyota sitting idle at the sidewalk.]
Inside, keep your head down. I'm getting backup to tail us before they start getting cute.
[He grits his teeth as he unlocks the car then reaches for his phone, speed-dialing his partner to let him know the situation, except for the bullet wound oozing blood down the inside of his jacket.]
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So when the bullet hits his shoulder and sprays the wall beside them with blood, he's already pulled the trigger and put his own bullet through the center of the shooter's forehead. One shot, an easy kill, and he's bustling Sean down the last flight of stairs to get him out to the beat up little Toyota sitting idle at the sidewalk.]
Inside, keep your head down. I'm getting backup to tail us before they start getting cute.
[He grits his teeth as he unlocks the car then reaches for his phone, speed-dialing his partner to let him know the situation, except for the bullet wound oozing blood down the inside of his jacket.]