[He shakes his head tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose.] Just regular sidearms. Handguns. Older than what I'm used to, but normal. I think his is called a Colt and mine was a Beretta.
[His jaw tightens, brow knitting.] All the doors were locked. All the doors and windows, every entrance.
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[His jaw tightens, brow knitting.] All the doors were locked. All the doors and windows, every entrance.