With a large stride, he stepped across the fallen man and over to the door. Activating the button to override the security lock to the communal entrance, he heard the outer door click open, via the intercom. The sound of the others moving through came to him. Leaving the door to the flat ajar, he returned his focus to the man lying prostrate at his feet. Grasping him unceremoniously by the collar, at the back of the neck, he dragged him down the hallway and into the living room. The door to the flat was pushed open and echoes of footsteps on the polished floor of the communal passageway carried as the group passed through, closing the door to the flat, behind them. It was time to get to work.
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