Williams shook his head, glancing in Garry's direction and then toward the target.
"Just shoot already, boy. I don't have time to waste."
Garry exhaled, raising his weapon. "I'm just factoring in air resistance, Earth's rotation… Newton's laws, you know." He spoke with the air of a professional, as if this were no big deal.
"Sure, sure. Just a few more seconds, right?" Williams crossed his arms, unimpressed.
Garry turned his head slightly. "Jimmy."
Jimmy, who had been watching, stepped up beside him. "Hey, don't overthink it, man. It's not that hard. See that blue bottle over there? The closest one 120 meters away." He draped an arm around Garry's shoulder, pointing at the bottle on a table in the distance.
Garry leaned in, lowering his voice. "Mfrr… what's the plan? What has Lucian set up? Tell me." His words were barely a whisper, careful not to let Williams overhear. This was serious.
