The first one came in, but Port didn't want him. The first one walked past Port, unsure of the layout, then weited in the room till the other got through the window. The second man climbed in, gun first, golding his breath with each movement. Once through the window he paused, to take a deep slow breath, and when he had done thaat Port swing on the exhale and the sound on the skull was like slapping wood.
1957