A simple job

[Ryker]

There was a moment, briefly, as Hood made his way out of the kitchen to the hallway, where he saw, briefly, that old fart darting out the door in his fucking pajamas. Then he was shouldering down a sliding door that led back into the dining room, the chamber the shitstain coward Channeler was running through. The idiot was focused on killing the old man and getting the fuck out of Dodge, as if maybe if the old man was dead, Hood would give up and go home.

There was also a brief moment where he was certain he heard movement in the kitchen; someone stumbling about, the sound of the back door falling off its hinges, the stunned sounds of someone being hit by said door. The cop, maybe? Two maybe, one had doubled around back only to get clobbered on their way inside? Whatever. Not his immediate problem.

He burst into the dining room through that door nearest the kitchen; it would have made more sense to either follow the Channeler through the door straight from the kitchen, or to head straight for the front door to cut the bastard off from reaching the old man. But he'd come through the middle, intent to take the fool off guard; it was all theory of course, but he was pretty confident taking Channelers by surprise was an important tactic when it came to killing the fucks. After all, those Atharim culty fucks pulled it off from time to time.

So he came through, spotting the cowardly asshole mid-way through the room, and brought both pistols up. Revolver and semiautomatic, and both snapped up to bear on the Channeler, a brief rain of bullets cutting across the room into the man's vicinity.