The breath leaves the Observer's lungs with an explosive whoosh as he's slammed against the wall. His hat tumbles from his head. He remains still, though, hands held up, palms facing outward.
No Observer has ever surrendered before.
"I mean no harm," he wheezes. "I am looking for someone...."
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No Observer has ever surrendered before.
"I mean no harm," he wheezes. "I am looking for someone...."