Jack looks up at the door, surprised that someone's knocking this early. Then again, it could be one of the neighbours; both he and Chris had gone to get groceries or other things for some of the older residents in the last few days.
"I'll get it; you call Caiti," he says, getting to his feet.
As he looks through the peephole, though, there's an added feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach. It's not one of the neighbours at the door; it's three men in suits and sunglasses, and he opens the door warily.
"Can I help you?" Jack asks, glancing at the men, taking in details behind a calm facade. Coiled wires tucked behind their ears; dark, conservative suits and ties--they look like Secret Service, but something seems off.
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Date: 2007-03-30 04:45 am (UTC)"I'll get it; you call Caiti," he says, getting to his feet.
As he looks through the peephole, though, there's an added feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach. It's not one of the neighbours at the door; it's three men in suits and sunglasses, and he opens the door warily.
"Can I help you?" Jack asks, glancing at the men, taking in details behind a calm facade. Coiled wires tucked behind their ears; dark, conservative suits and ties--they look like Secret Service, but something seems off.