Moving Right along (plot)

[hearthethoughts]

There's only so far you can go after yelling "POLICE!". It's a reflex for Matt by now. He shoulders open the door and glances behind him to make sure that Nathan's staying a safe distance back.

The concern isn't unfounded.

His father's a criminal, a dirtbag-a scumbucket. He abandoned his wife and his son because-because because he's got super

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[eclipsednpcs]

Maury doesn't seem recognize the men who burst into his place. At least, not immediately.

"Who the hell are you?" he shouts, shotgun in hand leveled at the first man.

He cocks it, his aim swiveling toward a second man in the frame of the doorway before returning it to Matt.

"I said WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" His voice is edged with panic.

[hearthethoughts]

Matt expected anger.

He did not expect panic. For that matter, he didn't expect a shotgun being waved in his face.

"...Put the gun down...and I'll tell you."

His hand was out. See Maury? Not a threat.

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He watches the man for a moment, and doesn't lower the gun.

But, sounding a bit dumbfounded, "... Matt?"

"Oh my God... what - what are you doing here?"

[hearthethoughts]

And now he cares.

Matt's tone is more forceful.

"Put the gun down."