Listening
They kept their flashlights off, the darkness serving as cover. Harper crouched low by the main door, his ear straining against the cold metal wall. He held his breath, listening for any hint from within. The silence was thick, broken only by the faint hiss of wind across the bay. His hand hovered close to his flashlight, knuckles white, as he waited for the smallest sound to break the stillness.
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