"Hear with ear?" Halvorson repeated quietly in puzzlement.  He realized then that if Baz could smell the enemy, they were close.  Very close.  Close enough to hear...<br/><br/>He waved his hands to get everyone's attention and put his finger to his lips.  Slowly he pulled out his pistol, letting his shotgun hang from his shoulders on its strap.  He screwed a silencer into the pistol and quietly slid to the door, looking out through the peephole.<br/><br/>"No...!" O'Toole whispered harshly, afraid of what may happen.  Halvorson paid her no mind and scanned the street outside through the tiny opening.  He couldn't see them.  But they had to be there.<br/><br/>He clicked the pistol's safety off and stepped aside, his hand reaching for the doorknob.  O'Toole's face raged, but she didn't make a sound.  Halvorson listened to the low growl coming from Jania and eyed the bear-taur warily, unsure of what she might do if he opened the door.  He was certain she had his back, though.  A silently as he could, he turned the doorknob gently, letting the door drift open to a crack just big enough to see through.  He brought the pistol to the crack and looked intently for any sign of movement.