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Bryson quickly turned, drawing his gun with his unbottled hand. He pointed around, breathing heavily. 'God I chose the wrong job...' He began slowly approaching the noise, walking straight by what seemed to be the normal house plant. If Craig were fast and careful enough, he could easily take Bryson's police baton.