Campaigner Challenge #1: Flash Fiction

I made myself a commitment that I was going to participate in the Campaign. So, though belated, here's my contribution to the first challenge. The task was to write a flash fiction scene in 200 words or fewer, beginning with the phrase "The door swung open". Mine is exactly two hundred words ;)

The door swung open. My breath caught in my chest. There, stacked in orderly rows, was enough ammunition and ordnance to arm a mobile platoon, or even a full company.

“Looks like we hit the mark this time,” I said over my shoulder. Greer stepped to my shoulder and peered in at the cache of weapons.

“Or pretty close to it,” he said. “We’re going to have to remove all of this before anyone else stumbles onto it.”

“I agree. Why don’t you call dispatch and get an ordnance removal squad out here. I’ll call the boss and let her know what we’ve found. She’ll be interested to know how much these thugs have managed to smuggle all this into the city—not to mention how they got into a dump like this without being noticed.”

I turned to go. The two guards at the door didn’t move out of the way. I’d barely noticed their grim expressions before I felt something hard and cool pressed into the small of my back.

“They didn’t,” Greer said quietly. “They were just noticed by the right people. Now, hand over your sidearm, and you’ll get through this alive."

The door swung closed.

Disclaimer: I wrote this on the fly, with no planning or editing, so you'll have to forgive me if it's a little rough or cliche.

Anyway, check back tomorrow for the launch of my first ever contest!