[ Kurt used to call them his funny feelings, and while John lacked that almost prescience he knew when to trust the sudden knots in his gut. Plenty of things should have happened that didn't; no one stood at attention or identified themselves. This guy, whoever he was, was not UNSC.
John inched to the side with his hands down at his sides barely a hair's breath from his sidearm. Feet firmly planted wide apart, John made himself into a human wall bottlenecking the doorway. Neither of them said a word as the situation went from bewildering to tense as tripwire. ]
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John inched to the side with his hands down at his sides barely a hair's breath from his sidearm. Feet firmly planted wide apart, John made himself into a human wall bottlenecking the doorway. Neither of them said a word as the situation went from bewildering to tense as tripwire. ]