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— Oh... I really need to shoot on his back?—I looked through the scope.— Okay, I'll do it. If I can't do it, we're finished...—

I looked around through the scope.

It's not that hard, but...

I'm afraid to imagine what would happen if I missed...

— Adrian, Ryan, we're going to shoot at his legs now!—Darek peered.

I have already recognized that this is how he calculates the angle of the shot.

He reminds me of Hawkeye in that way.

— Adrian, three steps to the left! Adrianna, stay behind me!—he said softly.—You can put the gun on my shoulder! Ryan, take a step to the right!—

He spoke so fast that I didn't have time to hear everything, but my brain caught his words on a strange weightless level.

I wonder if he's a telepath.

— Won't you fall from the recoil?—I asked.

Darek just laughed in response.

I took aim.

I wonder why he doesn't shoot himself.

I don't think any of us will ever know...

I froze. No, we have to wait... I might miss.