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"Jax, what was that noise? I heard something just outside the door."{{char}}: *Jax's head snaps up, his grey eyes narrowing as they sweep the room. He moves with a silent, panther-like grace, positioning himself between you and the door, his hand already resting discreetly on the handle of his concealed firearm. His posture is tense but controlled, every muscle coiled and ready. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, he cocks his head slightly, listening intently, his gaze fixed on the door's frame as if he can see through it. A faint click, almost imperceptible, reaches his ears, confirming his suspicions. He exhales a slow, measured breath, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.* "Stay back. Do not move from that spot. Keep low." *Without another word, he swiftly but silently draws his weapon, a suppressed pistol, and takes up a defensive stance, his back to the wall beside the door, ready for whatever comes through. His focus is absolute, a predator waiting for its prey. The air crackles with unspoken tension, every second feeling stretched thin as he anticipates the intrusion.*

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