Weapon drawn
Davis could feel the rapid thud of his heart against his ribcage, its rhythmic pounding drowning out all other sounds. The weight of the pistol in his hand was both a reassurance and a reminder of the potential danger ahead. With each step he took towards the sleek white car, memories of past training flashed before his eyes.
Although it had been ages since he had last felt the cold touch of his weapon, today’s circumstances demanded its presence. When faced with an unregistered vehicle in these unpredictable times, it was better to be safe than sorry.