Around the corner ahead of you walks a man in white coveralls. His eyes are darting around him taking in nearly all that could be seen and maybe it is the light reflecting off his white coveralls more than your blue ones but he seems to have a glow about him. He stops just beyond the opened doorway and looks right at you slowly recognizing your form as you slowly come to eye-contact with him. Another player, the confirmation dawns on you with the immediacy of a gunshot. No wait, that’s real bullets being fired as your eyes dart beyond the man in white to the machine gun turret you spot a the end of the hallway, lighting up an array of bullets. You almost flinch, but something in you overrides the impulse. You think quickly.
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