Whether it's a Doppler effect or something a thousand times worse, it's working. He's getting to him. He's - he won't even bother to deny that he isn't, he's getting to him, it's just that he knows that it won't make a shred of difference.
Right?
It won't make a difference.
It won't.
He kicks open one door, raking the empty room briefly with his glare before moving onto the next. The bullets slide into the chamber with a satisfying press and click. A muscle twitches in his cheek.
"All right," he says, snapping the words out with a hard bite to the consonants, "I'm here. You done playing games, or are you gonna sit there and wait for me to find you?"
His foot slams into the next door and kicks it open.
no subject
Right?
It won't make a difference.
It won't.
He kicks open one door, raking the empty room briefly with his glare before moving onto the next. The bullets slide into the chamber with a satisfying press and click. A muscle twitches in his cheek.
"All right," he says, snapping the words out with a hard bite to the consonants, "I'm here. You done playing games, or are you gonna sit there and wait for me to find you?"
His foot slams into the next door and kicks it open.
Nothing.