I slowly exit from my electric car, after grabbing my rifle from the backseat, and duck down along the outside of my electric car. I slowly step, while ducking down, towards the back of my electric car.
Jordan stays hidden while he looks at the truck where the two men and woman are.
I notice an unknown man come around the car, where Jordan is, and Jordan doesn’t notice him.
I see the man has a knife and he’s coming towards Jordan.
BANG!
I shoot the man and my bullet hits him in his upper chest and he falls backwards.
Jordan sees the man and then he looks back at me.
BANG!
One of the men at the truck fires a shot at me.
I duck down and shout, “You okay Jordan?”
BANG!
Another shot is fired at me from one of the men at the truck.
“Ryan, come in Ryan,” says someone over the radio.
“What? I got a situation here,” I say into my Ghost mask radio.
“Jaws Junior and his group just arrived back here,” answers Brody over the radio.
I peak over the trunk of my electric car and I don’t see Jordan.
“Well, great, but we are dealing with something over here,” I say into my Ghost mask radio.
“Shit!” I hear someone shout near the truck where the two men and woman previously were.
I stand up and run to the car where Jordan previously was.
WHAPP! THUD!
I hear the thud of someone hitting the driveway pretty hard and I shout, “Jordan!”
“Over here!” shouts Jordan from the front lawn of the house where the two men and woman were.
I walk over to the house with my rifle and I aim the rifle in front of me as I step towards the truck that is parked in the driveway.
I come around the truck and I see Jordan standing in the front lawn of the house and there is a pool of blood around the woman that is lying face down on the driveway.
“The black guy slit her throat,” says Jordan.
I see the Caucasian man lying face down on the grass and there is no sign of the African American man.
“Where did he go?” I ask Jordan.
“He’s in the house, he cowardly slit her throat and ran back into the house,” answers Jordan.
“You got him?” I ask Jordan.
“Yeah,” answers Jordan as he looks down at the large Caucasian man that is lying in the grass.
A car comes driving towards us and it’s the car that Phil is driving with Jon and Matt.
Phil and Jon exit from the electric car and the guys see the woman’s body in the driveway as they exit from the electric car.
“What happened? You guys okay?” asks Phil.
“I took this guy out, but the other guy killed this woman and ran back into the house,” answers Jordan.
“How many are there?” asks Phil to me.
“I think just the one guy in the house now, but I’m not sure,” I answer Phil.
“Should we just leave him?” asks Jon.
“No way, I want answers,” I answer.
Phil steps towards the house and says, “Follow me.”
“You need our help?” asks Jon.
“You watch the front and be ready for him to come out,” answers Phil.
“Do I shoot him?” asks Jon.
“Maybe, but try to keep him alive,” I answer Jon.
Phil says to me, “Keep your gun ready, we don’t know where he is. Take cover behind something solid and remember if you see him then he can see you.”
“Okay,” I reply.
Phil aims his rifle as he enters the house.
I slowly enter the house behind Phil and change my mask display to see better in the low dim light.
“Can you see through walls with your mask?” asks Phil.
“I wish, but no,” I answer Phil and then I check the living room and it’s clear. I turn towards a hallway and a closed bedroom door and say, “He’s gotta be in there.”
Phil and I slowly walk down the hallway and there is a slightly open bedroom door and two closed doors next to the slightly open bedroom door.
“Come on man! We only want to talk!” shouts Phil.
“Yeah right! No one only wants to talk!” shouts the African American man from inside one of the rooms.
Phil stops walking, aims his rifle into the open bedroom and he finds it empty.
“We only want answers about why you are around here!” shouts Phil.
Phil and I wait for the response of the African American man so we can know which of the rooms he is in.
“Why do you want to know that?” shouts the African American man.
Phil locates the voice of the African American man and he thinks the African American man is in the bedroom to his right.
Phil says to me with a quiet tone, “Check the room over there just to be sure, but I think he’s in this room.”
I nod my head, grab the doorknob of the closed bedroom door, slowly open the door, and I don’t find the African American man in the bedroom.
Phil opens the door of the closed bedroom and then he quickly moves away from the door he just opened.
The African American man runs out of the bedroom with a knife in his right hand.
BANG!
Phil fires a shot from his rifle and hits the African American man in his throat.
The African American man falls to the bedroom floor and he drops his knife.
I look at the African American man as he is holding his throat, and I see blood gushing out of his neck.
“Sorry, we aren’t getting any answers from this guy,” says Phil as we watch the African
