<i>And right on in to a handful of guns pointed directly at his face as soon as he entered the building. Yes, the man spotted outside was keeping watch, but he wasn't the only eyes. Human or otherwise. Usually someone entering would have been stopped before they even got inside, but there was something about this guy that made Charlie want to greet him personally. Maybe it was the face, or the duffel, or the way he walked like he had a large piece under that duster. <br/>
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Whatever it was, Charlie let him at least get inside the door, so there was no unwanted eyes on the little stand off. A gruff voice behind the foremost gun pointed at the intruder spoke.</i><br/><br/>"Think you're lost, bub."<br/><br/><i>Things were a bit more on edge since they had started the operation. It was probably a good thing as well Charlie hadn't been able to watch Sam or he would have called it off as soon as she was grabbed. But after following the little dot on a screen to a location, he left two men to watch and came back to the nightclub. Then this guy showed up.</i><br/><br/>"So why don't you turn around, slowly, and walk right back on outta here."<br/><br/><i>It wasn't a question, and that little fact would be exclaimated by the click click from the hammer of a pistol being cocked.</i>