Yay! He kind of waves back! That's good news.
Mike's grin widens.

"Find anything" he starts just before the masked man's fingers begin to curl down. That...that's not a high-sign, is it? IS IT?

To Mike, it's like the last word of his comes out in slowmotion, because even as he feels himself saying the word, every reflex honed from years of martial arts training begins to kick in.

"....iiiiiinnnnnnnteeeeerrrrrrressssssstttttiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg?"

He know's he's never supposed to lower his eyes to an enemy, but...he's also supposed to not lose sight of his six.

What...is right behind him, anyway?