Chapter 82 : Die Hard
I couldn't signal to Tyler and the others because Nico and I were still in the vents. It would be difficult to do anything from here, and we needed to get out. But how? Go back the way we came?
Nico was tapping on my leg. He wanted to see. I scooted backward, trying to get out of his way so he could.
What I wasn't expecting was for Nico to take aim through the slats of the vent. I wasn't sure there was even enough room for a bullet to pass between the slats, much less the barrel of a gun. I held my breath as I watched him work.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," I heard the gunman growl. He must have seen them too. "Which one of you called your buddies, huh?"
I couldn't see through the vent from behind Nico, but I could see him take a deep breath and cock his gun. I plugged my ears.
The shot echoed through the vents. My ears were ringing, and I wondered if Nico's aim had been true. He barely even budged from the recoil of the shot, and the vent stayed intact.