Jack threw the chair again, resulting in the same lack of effect, then almost immediately strode over to pick it right back up again. His bare arms shook, his hands already red, fingers slightly swelling from the rough handling of the furniture. He wiped the back of his forearm across his face, gathering sweat and tears away from his eyes long enough to focus in on the target, then pointed it almost accusingly out the window and in the general direction of this father's office building. "He's right there!"
His hands found the chair to lift it, but only got as far as bracing himself upright on it as he caught his breath. His adrenaline waning slightly as he realized that even if his father did manage to look up from his desk for five seconds, he wouldn't be looking at the window. And his office was facing away from them. And the building itself was obviously too far away unless someone was peering in their direction with binoculars. Hell, maybe someone was, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be Alan Montgomery. "There are eight million fucking people in this city, Kai. Someone's gonna see us. Someone's gotta see us. I have to get back to my fucking kid." He tilted himself back, trying to move the heavy chair again, but only managed to get it to move a few inches. "I have to get to my kid."