Chap looked at the man’s eyes. The eyes were the mirror to the soul, or so they say. The man’s eyes were cold and calculating. It took Chap just a few seconds of staring into those eyes to arrive at the conclusion that the man who loomed over him almost certainly had no soul. He was not your everyday, brain-dead, steroid-gulping, iron-pumping moron. He was, Chap quickly deduced, fit, alert, and very dangerous. Mildly intimidated by the man’s size, Chap refused to let him see it.
“Please, step away from the door,” the man said again.
Chap stepped away from the door.
Silently, and with an agility at odds with his size, the man-mountain moved in front of Chap and slipped the bolts on the doors, locking them. Escape, should it become necessary, was not going to be made easy for Chap. And, s
