Hostile Encounter
The next moments passed painfully slow, silence stretching so long it almost rang in their ears. The marines held their ground, rifles raised but steady, eyes locked on the blackness ahead. Then, at last, a figure broke the darkness. Someone emerged cautiously, inching forward step by step. Morgan’s instincts screamed. Without hesitation, he snapped his rifle up and fired into the air, not to kill but to warn, the sharp crack exploding through the corridor.
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