Tillman watched the scene unfold unflinchingly, his mouth drawn into a grim line. He regretted not forcing Crane into some body armor before the rendezvous. It was a stupid oversight on his part.
When Crane gestured to him, he raised the gun to his shoulder and came up on the doctor's left side like a well trained dog. He settled his sights on the leader of the little operation and waited for an order to proceed.
They were undoubtedly at a tactical disadvantage. Tillman was good, but Crane's confidence in his skill was borderline irrational. Perhaps Crane wasn't as smart as Tillman had first thought.
Despite the odds, his aim was steady, his posture confident, his eyes cold and murderous. Impossible odds pushed him to perform that much harder. Making a group second-guess themselves was generally a matter of not looking intimidated and behaving as if striking them down would take no more effort than brushing dust from a shelf.
Tillman could only pray that Crane would stop antagonizing them before things got bloody.
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Date: 2012-02-01 05:32 am (UTC)When Crane gestured to him, he raised the gun to his shoulder and came up on the doctor's left side like a well trained dog. He settled his sights on the leader of the little operation and waited for an order to proceed.
They were undoubtedly at a tactical disadvantage. Tillman was good, but Crane's confidence in his skill was borderline irrational. Perhaps Crane wasn't as smart as Tillman had first thought.
Despite the odds, his aim was steady, his posture confident, his eyes cold and murderous. Impossible odds pushed him to perform that much harder. Making a group second-guess themselves was generally a matter of not looking intimidated and behaving as if striking them down would take no more effort than brushing dust from a shelf.
Tillman could only pray that Crane would stop antagonizing them before things got bloody.