Whenever Stout shone his flashlight beam into one of the rooms, it illuminated stacks of mortar shells and explosives.
A friend of his comes in and shines a flashlight on it and says it looks like blood.
Bragging about how they can access their flashlight and turn off their Wi-Fi with the flick of a finger.
When the waves reached their violent peak, a BUD/S instructor standing on top of the jetty would signal with his flashlight.
When police arrived, he was cursing to himself and threw a flashlight at a mailbox and asked to be shot.
And now the flashlight again, searching the mechanism of the inner door—then darkness once more.
You read character by flashlight along the barrel of your revolver.
Wondering what it could be, he approached noiselessly and turned his flashlight upon the visitor.
When Gabe threw his own flashlight away and busted it I nearly exploded.
Upon the top was a tiny platform, and here he turned on his flashlight.