Nightshift 22: 2nd Floor - Staff-Only Kitchen
"That's a good point," Jack said. "Though I've pistol-whipped a few people in my day. But then the range... not so good." When nothing lept from the door he'd kicked in, he eased himself around, shining the light in, across the floor, to the walls that he could see. And the ceiling. Just in case.
"So far, so good," he said. He pushed the door the rest of the way open with his foot, then paused, listening. Nothing. Only then did he begin to move inside.
It sure looked like a kitchen. "Jackpot."
"So far, so good," he said. He pushed the door the rest of the way open with his foot, then paused, listening. Nothing. Only then did he begin to move inside.
It sure looked like a kitchen. "Jackpot."