Baraka watched as the individual pointing a gun at the hostage's head slowly stepped out of the car. The gunman didn't even seem careful at all, just casually moving one foot and the next before planting the muzzle onto the hostage's temple.
"I apologize, Ms. Kent."
"It… it's fine." The student from the other class, Clarice, awkwardly chuckled as she kept both her hands in the air. But when she realized they were both breaking character, she gasped and started shaking her head.
"N-no! Please… please save me!" She bellowed. Riley tilted his head at this, and when he noticed that she was actually performing, he nodded and also started to put on a performance of his own.
He turned his focus back on Baraka, looking at him from head to toe before pressing the muzzle on Clarice's head even harder. He even moved behind her, trailed the muzzle across the side of her head, and then pressed the gun onto the back of her neck.
