The piece ended on a solemn noteâ- but before the low timbre even faded, the sudden loud  clapping  shattered  the  heavy atmosphere, promptly alerting Ben to glance back at the unanticipated spectator. Pale blue eyes,  already  wide  in surprise,  grew even larger at the towering body clad in armor,  that took up  entirely  the entrance of the hallway.
His booming, jeering voice effectively froze the blood in his veins; in that instance, Ben knew exactly who that man wasâ why he was here.  But now wasnât the time to  surrender to panic. Heâd  always find a way to bring himself back to a state of resilient composure. He issued a slow  exhale  through his nose,  intense  eyes trained on the other as he carefully evaluated the situation.
 âYou must be Martin Keamy. Canât say itâs  a pleasure meeting you, but Iâd rather we  STAY and have a chat.â
his face darkened at the mention of his name. if linus knew his name, that meant there was a mole on the freighter. heâd deal with that later. shoving the thought aside, keamy took in the unassuming man seated at the piano.Â
â you know who i am, then you know WHY iâm here. and the thing is, i didnât come all this way just to chat. â
keamy took a few deliberate steps into the room towards ben. â so why donât you make things easier on yourself and COME WITH ME. â  his grip tightened on the gun, finger resting against the trigger. â i donât want anyone to get hurt here. â
