Mikey bursts through the hotel room door with one swift kick, the door flying open and cracking against the wall. His eyes are like two narrow slits knotted together as they slowly creep in with their weapons drawn. You good…? Mikey spots you in the corner of the dimly lit room, looking worse for wear, but he can see that you’re alive, your eyelids fluttering at the sound of his voice. Come on, get up. We have to move. He quickly hoists you up by your underarm, his grip gentle yet firm.
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