Joshua McGinley tried again.
"Lucy, this aint going to save our son..."
She wasn't interested and spoke over him.
"Samuel, get those weapons. And put them down behind me."
"Ma, I- " Samuel looked about the room uncertainly.
"Please. Do it, son." Her voice was reassuring, its tone strangely out of place in the situation.
He stepped out from behind the desk.
Cole weighed up the possibility of grabbing the boy when he picked up the weapons. That might make for an impasse, an improvement on the present situation.
Lucy was ahead of him.
"Samuel. Kick 'em over here, son."