Staning in the open foyer, you realize that there is nothing to get behind, if shooting suddenly starts. You could probably back out the door, but even the foyer-long desk isn't much for cover. So there you stand, ready to back-bend rearward through the door if anything materializes that might bark over there and bite over here (meaning guns). Nothing, however, emerges to fulfill that last bit of doom, so for the moment all is peaceful.
Except for that strange clattering, way off in the distance... |
