You walk over to the desk and sit down in its chair.  You pull open the top-left drawer, 
glance inside, and close it again.  All that lay inside were more pens, a few paper clips, and 
some rubberbands, the type of things you'd find in any other normal desk.  You open up the next 
drawer down, only to discover that it's locked.  You lightly run your hands along the under side 
of the desk and almost immediatly fine a key taped there.  Stupid people, you think.  Anybody 
could have found that key.  You pull it free from the tape, and insert it into the lock.  You 
hear a click.  You slide the drawer open, and all that lays at the bottom, by itself, as if the 
owner didn't want to have to touch it or look at it or have anything to do with it anymore, is a 
revolver.  Not wanting anything to do with it yourself, you slam the drawer shut and stand up 
from the desk.

Do you...
 look through the blinds
 open the door




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