( Good news! There is not so much as a flicker of recognition from mister rifle man. No fleeting glance back over, no tip of the head, not a single indication that he heard a word the guy said. Not even a break in his stride as he stalks carefully across the expanse toward the far hall, and a length of corridor that leads to other offices.
And thus, Clint is left alone in a room of slowly-rising water for fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. It climbs higher, inch by inch, up his calves and knees and thighs. It seems, for all intents and purposes, that he's been abandoned and is completely on his own in the wake of the rising tide.
At least, until that soundproof glass proves it's not completely infallible by letting the crack of a gunshot just barely penetrate the barrier — something Clint might still miss if he's splashing around in the water, or if his hearing's starting to take that downhill slope with a little too much velocity.
Either way, Rifle Guy comes striding back across the expanse again around the time the water's up to Clint's waist, and he gets only the length of an absent glance to communicate some kind of message again. )
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And thus, Clint is left alone in a room of slowly-rising water for fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. It climbs higher, inch by inch, up his calves and knees and thighs. It seems, for all intents and purposes, that he's been abandoned and is completely on his own in the wake of the rising tide.
At least, until that soundproof glass proves it's not completely infallible by letting the crack of a gunshot just barely penetrate the barrier — something Clint might still miss if he's splashing around in the water, or if his hearing's starting to take that downhill slope with a little too much velocity.
Either way, Rifle Guy comes striding back across the expanse again around the time the water's up to Clint's waist, and he gets only the length of an absent glance to communicate some kind of message again. )