John’s blood rumbled through his veins, eyes bulging like a Boston terrier as he stepped through the door. The Coke machine hummed across from the elevator in the otherwise vacant room. Slammed shut with his back, he rested. Should he take the elevator? Where the hell was he? Without thinking, his hands readied the assault rifle to return to action. He stared at the single circular yellow light next to the stainless steel doors of the elevator. “Let’s go.”

John advanced and touched the button. Retreating against the Coke machine, he watched. The elevator, the door he walked through, back and forth, his eyes paid close attention to each. Gun barrel leveled and ready to blast anyone who came through either. Ding, the bell rang on the elevator. John’s finger twitched against the t...

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