Jake's RDA-issue handgun was out of its holster in an instant, and aimed at the guy who'd just appeared from some room in the back. With all the shit going on today, he was amazed that his hand was as steady as it was, but he had no patience for people hiding on him or people somehow knowing his name or anything like that.
"Put that down, real slow, and come on out here," he snapped, keeping the gun trained on the guy. "There ain't nobody else in there, is there?"