(JERICHO)
The air in the warehouse is growing thicker by the second, and the walls feel like they are closing in on me. The tension is escalating and I can't avoid thinking about what might happen should Sawyer just put a little more pressure on that trigger. I try to catch Sasha's eye to tell him to not give in. My mind races with all manner of thoughts, trying to figure out how they even got Tyler, and how we missed this play.
Then goes the sound of a metallic clang, followed by a grunt and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I flinch at first then realize that Miles already reached the other side of the room. Did he find Tyler? And how many more people are we facing that we aren't aware of? The fact that there may be more people here is a possibility. The thought of that makes me shudder. Peter's head snaps up, and the gun slightly wavers from my temple.
"What's going on up there?" he calls, eyes trained on Sasha.
