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One's hand lingers on his Glock, the

shorter of the two, while the other simply

gives him a sideward glance cocking a

brow at his display of uncertainty. He

turns back to the door. His eyes lock on

mine. It feels like that anyhow, with the

way he focuses on the peephole. My neck

jerks back.

He knocks again. “We just want to

talk.” he continues looking through the