Date: 2012-02-13 06:33 am (UTC)
slayer_not_player: (When the trigger pulls)
Tillman was a light sleeper. It was a survival technique that had served him well all through his life. It had not failed him with Crane either. The doctor seemed to enjoy letting him go to bed only to enter his room a few hours later and announce that they were headed out to some remote location in some unreasonable span of time. It was like random inspections at boot camp only instead of going back to bed, he got to stand behind Crane with a scowl and a shotgun.

The scream that cut through the silence of the night had him awake instantly. He retrieved the handgun he kept wedged between the bed and headboard and silently made his way through the hallways. His eyes were fully adjusted to the dim lighting. He scanned the living room for signs of intruders, but nothing had been moved, nothing was broken. They had gone directly for Crane which suggested they might have broken in that way.

The scream came again, a sobbed 'no' punctuating it. Tillman's mouth drew into a grim line. His happiness depended on Crane's well-being. He had to handle the situation correctly-- minimizing the doctor's injuries by drawing attention to himself and dispatching the enemy or enemies as quickly as possible. As he inhaled, he cocked the hammer on his gun. As he exhaled, he eased the door open.
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