Art followed in a respectful silence behind Charger. Though he didn't draw his guns, he was poised to at any threat.
And when Charger was dragged into another room, and he was barred out, he did reach for them. But to draw guns in this hospital might cause more problems that he needed.
So he decided that, in keeping cool, he would knock on the door. What he actually did was slam his fist on the door rapidly three times. "What's going on in there? Hey!"
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Dave and the others, still in the car, didn't quite know if they should follow Charger and Art, despite Charger's warning.
But then Pseok flew down. "Hey, writing guy, What-ever-your-name-is? I... Can I talk to you away from the others?"
Dave looked at the others and shrugged. "I suppose so. I'll be back, you guys." He opened the door and stepped out. He walked about thirty yards off to the side of the car.
"So, Pseok. What's on your mind?"
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