Damien thought for half a thought that Spencer was going to die, then
grabbed the gun and did exactly as he was instructed, mainly because he had
little other options at the moment. He ran back the way they came, for a
bond second turning towards the right in his hurry door before veering back
towards the left one. It took him to one of the many sitting rooms that was
more there for decor than use, but like Spencer said, had plenty of heavy
furniture.
Damien wasted no time in barricading the door by pushing over a couch, much
too slow for his comfort, but the piece was large. The strangest memory of
having slept on it on a summer afternoon flashed through his mind just
before it shattered with the sound of gunfire.
Was Spencer killed already? He shoved harder at the piece, just in time to
get it in place before the first round of fire stopped. Dammit, he knew
Spencer was an indication his father wanted to make a move. Exhausted,
Damien leaned against the couch clutching the gun in his hand and wondering
how long would it take for those guys to get through the door to him.
Meanwhile the firefight had alerted both security and intruders alike, and
there was a rush from both sides towards where the action was. There were
definitely more intruders, a lot more.
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Date: 2017-02-10 07:51 am (UTC)Damien thought for half a thought that Spencer was going to die, then grabbed the gun and did exactly as he was instructed, mainly because he had little other options at the moment. He ran back the way they came, for a bond second turning towards the right in his hurry door before veering back towards the left one. It took him to one of the many sitting rooms that was more there for decor than use, but like Spencer said, had plenty of heavy furniture.
Damien wasted no time in barricading the door by pushing over a couch, much too slow for his comfort, but the piece was large. The strangest memory of having slept on it on a summer afternoon flashed through his mind just before it shattered with the sound of gunfire.
Was Spencer killed already? He shoved harder at the piece, just in time to get it in place before the first round of fire stopped. Dammit, he knew Spencer was an indication his father wanted to make a move. Exhausted, Damien leaned against the couch clutching the gun in his hand and wondering how long would it take for those guys to get through the door to him.
Meanwhile the firefight had alerted both security and intruders alike, and there was a rush from both sides towards where the action was. There were definitely more intruders, a lot more.