There was a lean of his body, gazing into the smoke screen further down. The gleam of red cut through the smoke like butter, making his second party all the more ominous upon arrival.

John stays put. By now, the both of their arrival may be alerted to the lower level where more where waiting..

“Was that you earlier?”

Raising his voice down the hall, ascertaining things before moving an inch.

“You’re a good shot.”