Chase's eyes fell on the keys the instant they were presented, his laughter dying. His mind refocused, and he watched as Simms left the room. It was a trap, he knew it was, but he might not get an opportunity like this again. Gripping onto the table bar his cuffs were fastened to, Chase stood up from the chair and climbed onto the table's surface as quickly as he could, sliding his aching body over the other side and straightening out until he could stretch his legs toward the other side. He held his breath as his toe actually nudged the keys toward the edge, then managed to get his big toe through the key loop and drag it toward him. Years of practice picking things up off the floor with his feet while he played videogames was finally paying the hell off.
He realized he didn't start breathing again until the keys were in his hand, shifting himself into a crouch to quickly begin sorting which keys were small enough to unlock cuffs. His fingers shook, and he nearly dropped the entire loop twice. He tried not to think about how much time had passed since Simms left. He gasped in surprise and relief when the cuffs snapped off, freeing his wrists. Hooking the keyring around his thumb, he barely had enough time to grab for the metal chair he'd been sitting in and hefting it up over his head when he heard Simms' foosteps just outside of the doorway.
He should have just run for it. Surprised the fucker. Shit, why hadn't he just run for it?