Considering the smoothness of things thus far, the bullet shocked Adamo far out of his 'fun' mindset. He jerked back into the room, close behind Vico.
"Merda," he mumbled under his breath, feeling his pulse jump. Whoever the shooter was most likely didn't get a good look of their faces - he was shooting in the dark. If he had some sort of night vision equipment, one of them would certainly be dead by now. As it was, their identities were safe.
Adamo yanked back the curtains of the window, searching for the latch. The light from outside barely helped. Judging by the footsteps outside (running from the sounds of it), they didn't have much time. Finally, his fingers caught on a handle, and he pushed the window open.
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"Merda," he mumbled under his breath, feeling his pulse jump. Whoever the shooter was most likely didn't get a good look of their faces - he was shooting in the dark. If he had some sort of night vision equipment, one of them would certainly be dead by now. As it was, their identities were safe.
Adamo yanked back the curtains of the window, searching for the latch. The light from outside barely helped. Judging by the footsteps outside (running from the sounds of it), they didn't have much time. Finally, his fingers caught on a handle, and he pushed the window open.
"Go!"