Sam Phillips shook his head. “No way. Nobody can make that shot.”
“You or Finn have to, man,” Pete Anderson told him. “It’s the only choice we’ve got.”
“No, I know. I get that. But I’ve never curved a bullet that dramatically in this kind of wind and cold. If the air was still and a few degrees warmer, sure. But we only get one chance to take this shot, and if I f**k it up, the woman is dead.”
Everyone sighed.
“Well, what if you went inside the office?” Sully said. “There’s a window there too… much narrower, but no elements to contend with.”
Finn Callahan grimaced. “I already checked it out… they’re too far in the room, on the other side of the table. No way to hit him from that side.” He gestured down at the window of the conference room. “This is the best shot, I promise you. Sam’s
