"This whole building heard that shot, I'm sure of it. We need to get moving." I tell my companions, "Kid, pack up our things."
"Come on. I said my fingers slipped." Jon replies.
I grab him by the collar.
"Shut the fuck up. You went against orders. Uncle Fern said to involve fewer people in this mission. "
"One, Dina. That was one person. That's the definition of few."
"But you didn't have to kill him. You went against orders." I release him and start packing our things, too.
"No, you went against orders." Jon says, "They shipped the package hours ago. That was supposed to be your signal to sneak into that apartment outside. But why are you sitting here, huh? Are you stalling or something?"
I don't answer, I just glare at him. It's true though, I was stalling. "Shut up and get outside before anyone gets to us."
The kid finishes packing and is about to step out when I stop him.