"Aren't you two taking the cosplay a little too seriously?" Jeff asked, making a light joke after seeing Kris come down the stairs from the second-floor mezzanine and Marc come out of the back room, both wearing full black combat gear used in tactical paintball games.
"If you say it would've been better if we came out a little sooner, then I'm gonna punch you in the face right now," Kris said, worried about Jeff's condition as he unlocked the chain restraining Jeff's hand after Marc had lowered it.
"No... You two came at the right time—"
Although he staggered just to stand, even with Kris's support, dizzy from bleeding from his head, and his voice stammering as blood dripped from his mouth, Jeff replied with a smug grin to reassure his friends that he was fine—or at least would be.
"—like we planned."
"Plan my ass! You almost got shot to death, you reckless bastard," Marc grumbled, still annoyed at how reckless Jeff had been with his so-called plan.
