The third point of view:
Sweat trickling down their faces.
Body positioned and taut.
Eyes focused on targets.
Hands curled around the trigger, ready to fire.
That was how tense everyone was as Niklaus and George had a face-off. All of them present knew only one possible way this situation could turn out and that was "disastrous" yet none of them backed away. This was what they were employed for, was paid for. They are warriors in the face of battle.
"Where is my grandson?" George asked once again, his voice almost a growl, and spoke of ferocity. He was at the edge of losing.
One couldn't imagine how happy the man was when he got information that his grandkid's location had been discovered. But that jubilation was short-lived when he heard Niklaus had taken the boy hostage.
