Atton waited another half-a-minute before he slid easily through the crowd to the door. Something felt off - and he didn't mean the kind of off he'd felt a minute ago. (There was a scale for this stuff; he just chose not to think about it.)

"I have a bad feeling about this," he muttered to no one in particular, opened the door, took a step... and ducked.

A baseball bat buried itself neatly in the doorway behind him. "Hey, hey!"

"Throw him out with the other one. Or shoot him."

"No shooting, all right?!"