[Each shot hits its mark, exactly as intended. When the hits to the leg and ahoykd make them stumble, they're consummed by the fire surrounding the moment, blending back into the flames like they were never there.
From Stan'sperspective within the trunk, the car spun out of control and gunshots were fired, so really anyone could be out there. Maybe he's just getting rekidnapped by someone else, or maybe they'll get rid of any witnesses.
Or worse - what if they don't know he's there at all and he dies in this tiny trunk with no air?
It's not smart to start yelling right away, no matter how much he wants to. Instead he bites his tongue and listens and hears...footsteps? Coming toward him? Great. So whoever shot at those guys is going to shoot him too, probably.
His heart is pounding in his ears and when the trunk pops open he actually flinches. His wrists and ankles are bound behind him at awkward angles, but he has air again and he breathes, breathes, breathes until it becomes hyperventilation.]
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From Stan'sperspective within the trunk, the car spun out of control and gunshots were fired, so really anyone could be out there. Maybe he's just getting rekidnapped by someone else, or maybe they'll get rid of any witnesses.
Or worse - what if they don't know he's there at all and he dies in this tiny trunk with no air?
It's not smart to start yelling right away, no matter how much he wants to. Instead he bites his tongue and listens and hears...footsteps? Coming toward him? Great. So whoever shot at those guys is going to shoot him too, probably.
His heart is pounding in his ears and when the trunk pops open he actually flinches. His wrists and ankles are bound behind him at awkward angles, but he has air again and he breathes, breathes, breathes until it becomes hyperventilation.]