Checking on them
His crew had heard his earlier gunshot and tracked the noise to this chamber. The sound of fists echoed sharply, followed by voices calling through. “Everything alright in there, sir?” they shouted. The heavy door creaked as the mechanism shifted, straining against its old hinges. Morgan turned his head sharply, tense but composed. The moment was shifting again, urgency returning. Whatever came next was already pushing through the door.
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