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I knew the sound of his footsteps, the ones coming down the hall weren’t his. The steps were too light, perhaps an assassin? The life I had led was a dangerous one. No, there are too many, more than one person. A kidnapping? Interrogation? Torture? Nothing I hadn’t dealt with before. They’re getting closer now. I ready my weapon. I’ve seen enough death to know how this will go. Remember, measure your breathing and creep towards the door. Look in your peripheral and size them up. Nothing’s there. The footsteps are almost on top of me, I’ll have to wing it. I jump out from behind the door, aiming my punch for average throat height.
And trip over my dog begging for treats.