A Standoff
The metal tool slid until it hit the far wall with a hollow clang, the noise ringing in the uneasy silence. The man stepped forward reluctantly, his hands raised high, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. He struggled for words, his voice quivering. “I didn’t know who you were,” he admitted quickly. His hands shook so violently they almost seemed to blur. “I thought maybe… maybe you were one of them.” His fear was unmistakable.
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