They Were Expecting a Confrontation
On getting to the door, the officers tensed up, hands gripping riffles firmly. It didn’t take long for me to realize why. Chances were, whatever lay behind that door wouldn’t be friendly.
I watched the officers mentally prepare themselves, bile rising in my throat with every second of activity. The lead officer gave me a look just for a second before looking back at the door. He didn’t say a word, but the message was clear; don’t follow us. And then they burst in.