<b> “I wouldn’t jump the gun just yet, but I’ll check it out.”</b><br/><br/>Carl put the radio back on his belt and shrugged. Someone calling for help was not an everyday occurrence. He could recall the emergency call he got one night, the caller swore that her neighbors were being murdered next door. As it turned out, her neighbors were just a little excited with their recent surround sound purchase and had the volume of their favorite horror movie turned up a little too high.<br/><br/>Still, movie or not, Carl scratched his chin and looked at his tools as possible weapons. He brought a flat head screwdriver, needle nose pliers, wire strippers, and a tester used for checking power in an out. He was not sure why he brought the tester, Carl never used them. The man took pride in his skill and not his overall safety.<br/><br/>He scooped up his tools and looked out the large window to see if he could get a view of the street below. Absently he reached in his shirt pocket for a cigar, not to smoke, but to make sure it was there for later. It was against policy to smoke in an occupied apartment.<br/>