Chan hunched in the vestibule. The shouting came from the right. Peering around the corner, he saw that this great hall was the living room. Beyond was the dining area. Two men sat at the enormous table.
One held a gun. He shouted, “Eat! Eat, it up!”
The other took a spoonful of something and put it in his mouth. The food had dribbled down his chin, streaking his shirt. Attempting to eat, he retched.
“Drink! Drink!” The gunman waved his weapon wildly.
The man, Stenton by his photo on the company wall, lifted a glass, sipped, and retched again.
Chan, staying low behind the furniture, continued moving into the room, keeping as wide of the two as possible. From this distance he knew he could take a shot and hit the man with the gun. He was betting the man, if he did fire from the table, would miss.
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