[ It's the last thing he says before he walks to the door, slow and careful, hugging the wall with the gun angled downwards. He looks through the peephole: nothing, or at least nothing in his field of view. Anything or anyone in the fisheye's blind spot will just have to be dealt with when he opens the door.
Which he finally does, carefully, pressing his hand to the wood with his fingers splayed. The deadbolt clicks out of place. He turns the knob and opens the door to an empty breezeway overlooking a parking lot and a few trees. Evergreens, so they must be somewhere up north. ]
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[ It's the last thing he says before he walks to the door, slow and careful, hugging the wall with the gun angled downwards. He looks through the peephole: nothing, or at least nothing in his field of view. Anything or anyone in the fisheye's blind spot will just have to be dealt with when he opens the door.
Which he finally does, carefully, pressing his hand to the wood with his fingers splayed. The deadbolt clicks out of place. He turns the knob and opens the door to an empty breezeway overlooking a parking lot and a few trees. Evergreens, so they must be somewhere up north. ]
There is nobody there. You can come out.