[Connor presses his lips together against some initial sarcasm, his head starting to swim. The sooner he got Sean outside the city, the less likely it would be that either of them got shot again. He ends the truncated call and tosses his phone into Sean's seat so he can pull out of his parking spot and into traffic, then down a side road before they could get boxed in.]
Stay down!
[In crisis mode, Connor isn't in the habit of carrying on a conversation. So while he drives toward the edge of the city, he's focused and deadly silent, and one can almost see him processing the best route to get them out fast. In the opposite direction, a small squadron of police cars surrounds the old apartment building and heads inside, following Connor's report. Hopefully the assassins weren't prepared for such a quick response.
Once they're headed over the bridge, Connor sinks down in his seat with a quiet grunt, reaching into his jacket pocket and fishing out a crunched pack of cigarettes. His hand is shaking as he pops one between his lips then fishes for his car's lighter.]
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Stay down!
[In crisis mode, Connor isn't in the habit of carrying on a conversation. So while he drives toward the edge of the city, he's focused and deadly silent, and one can almost see him processing the best route to get them out fast. In the opposite direction, a small squadron of police cars surrounds the old apartment building and heads inside, following Connor's report. Hopefully the assassins weren't prepared for such a quick response.
Once they're headed over the bridge, Connor sinks down in his seat with a quiet grunt, reaching into his jacket pocket and fishing out a crunched pack of cigarettes. His hand is shaking as he pops one between his lips then fishes for his car's lighter.]