Elena took a deep breath. She didn't react to the fact her life—and Massimo's—was in danger.
Instead, she leaned in closer to her boss. "There's a gun pointed at us," she whispered.
Massimo didn't so much as blink. "Where?"
He spun her around in a short, controlled spin. Elena rechecked the gunner in that moment.
"Servers' area," she replied as Massimo pulled her back toward him. "At your... ten o'clock, I think."
"What kind of gun does he have?"
"What?"
"The gun, Elena," Massimo repeated, gritting his teeth.
"I don't know gun types," Elena hissed back.
"Is it big? Small? Anything you can describe," Massimo instructed.
Elena risked another look at the gunner.
"Short, kinda small... It's a little bit longer than the one you normally use."
Elena was uncertain whether that descrip
