Jordan hesitates for a split second - then exchanges a handgun for the pieces of her hunting rifle.
"Yes," is her clipped response, already clicking the pieces together, rolling the window down by hand. Once that is finished, a gesture is given to Journey, who stays lying down in the back of the car, and Jordan climbs out.
--to climb on top of the roof of the car.
It's not so much a hunting rifle as a sniper's rifle, as Jordan crouches and gets the gun settled at her shoulder, braced by her knee, and takes aim.
She trusts Ai-Ling to get in there and do her own damage, but she can hold up just fine from here, as soon as the grass rustles again.
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"Yes," is her clipped response, already clicking the pieces together, rolling the window down by hand. Once that is finished, a gesture is given to Journey, who stays lying down in the back of the car, and Jordan climbs out.
--to climb on top of the roof of the car.
It's not so much a hunting rifle as a sniper's rifle, as Jordan crouches and gets the gun settled at her shoulder, braced by her knee, and takes aim.
She trusts Ai-Ling to get in there and do her own damage, but she can hold up just fine from here, as soon as the grass rustles again.