It had been the usual quiet morning. Breakfast. Dog walking. Shower. But when he stepped out of it, there was something wrong. Hair raised in the back of his neck. He was already dressed in trousers and a white t-shirt when he noticed it. The dog was sitting in the corner of the bedroom but there was a noise coming from the living area. Someone had broken into his apartment. John's brain went into work mode.
He grabbed the gun that was hiding in his bedside table. It was checked and the safety turned off within a second. As quietly as he could. The former assassin motioned to the dog to stay still while he approached the door and pushed it open, gun pointed at any potential target.