The more these guys 'worked', the more Mimi felt like this was going to spiral out of control. The way they were progressing felt like they didn't think of everything beforehand. And he had to admit, that taking a hostage? Felt stupid. Really, really stupid.
(And you know; his life was on the line here.)
As much as his anxiety was making him nervous, as awful as he felt, certain other things were starting to occur to him: just how loud Jeremiah tapping in the code on the register was; that he somehow, knew that the men's hearts were beating faster than they should have; that one of them was starting to sweat much more than needed.
The comment about the bag at least, seems to refocus them for a moment. They clearly don't have much, and the looks between them are contemptuous. Wanting to make this easier on them, and on Jeremiah (how he was going through this on his own, this calmly, was beyond him), he offered, "You can have my bag. It's fine."
The one gripping his elbow took a look at it. It wasn't that big, just an average sized backpack, with various pins. Many of which, Mimi didn't want to give up. If it got them through this faster, though, then fine. The man kept his gun trained on him, and started to struggle, trying to get it off of Mimi's shoulders, with shaking fingers, the sweat starting to drip down more and more.
Mimi tries to help, tries to shrug it off as the first robber kept his eye on Jeremiah, hissing out, "Come on man, it's just a bag--"
"Shut up--"
One nervous finger pulls the trigger, gun still pointed square at Mimi's chest. His eyes widened as soon as the bang occured, bracing for impact--
--only for the scream that echoed to not be his, at all. Instead, to his shock, the man is the on who's got a bullet hole in his shoulder, shock on his face.
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