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"What are you looking for?" You ask him - partially annoyed, partially mocking.
Steve has been standing by the window, glancing up and down the street, for ten minutes - as if he's searching for something. Your own glance out the window has shown you that there's nothing at all to look at. The street is empty, the building across the way is free of snipers or anything of the like.
"I'm sure they're coming," He assures you.
"And are you sure they'd come from a direction where they'd be easily seen?" You ask, now inches from him.
A knock sounds at the door of the hotel room.
"Expecting visitors?" You joke.
His expression turns grave. There's an expectant look in his eyes now.
"Get behind the sofa," He whispers to you.
At first you think to protest, but the look in his eyes tells you to do as he says.
He's crouching near you. Soon you're scared - soon you can't control your breathing.
