TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY
Chapter 1 – Two Years Gone
Prologue:
Time Magazine – August 3rd, 2012
On November 9, 2010 President John Hart was elected to the office of President of the United States of America. On the day he was elected to office, his wife Margret was murdered by a terrorist known as The Marauder and her gang of rebels; all of which possess super-human abilities. In his moment of devastation, President Hart joined the cause began by his former opponent Phillip Callahan by setting up holding facilities to evaluate and analyze persons who have been identified as a carrier of the Super Genome.
Currently there are thirty functioning facilities which house these individuals. Though the inhabitants are well cared for, the death rate among the population is disturbingly high. There is cause to believe a side effect from testing is severe depression leading to suicide.
November 12th, 2012
Sacramento, CA
PFE 16; Former site of McClelland Airforce Base
Marjorie George's eyes slowly fluttered open. Her head hurt and her vision was blurry. She did not recognize her surroundings. As she slowly sat up, she saw a woman about her age staring at her from the cot adjacent to hers. "Where am I?" She asked apprehensively.
"Hell." She replied gravely. "And the devil is the President of the United States."
"I don't understand." Marjorie shook her head frightened. "I dropped my kids off at school this morning…then I remember taking my husband to work…and now I am here. How did I get here?"
The woman walked over and sat down next to her placing a comforting hand on Marjorie's shoulder. "If you are here it is because you have what is called the Super Genome. They call this a holding facility, but the reality is that this is a death camp."
"What?" Marjorie looked up, her eyes round with horror. "They are going to kill me? Because I have this power?" She held out her hand creating a ball of light in her hand.
"Only if you're lucky." The woman replied gravely. "For the rest of us, it is a virtual purgatory from which there is no escape."
"No!" Marjorie screamed. "I have to get out of here! I have to pick up my children from school! I can't be here!"
"I'm sorry." The woman shook her head despondently. "But unless a miracle happens, you are stuck here. You won't be seeing your family again."
"No!" Marjorie shook her head. "No! My family needs me!" She began to sob.
The woman reached around to comfort her just as the alarms began to sound.
LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! LOCKDOWN LOCKDOWN
The guards ran through the corridors shouting as pandemonium broke loose all around them.
"What's going on?" Marjorie asked her cell mate.
She looked around confused by the chaos. "I'm not sure." From outside their cell they could hear gunfire, explosions and the sound of cell doors opening.
Then suddenly the door to their cell burst open. A young dark haired man stepped through the door. The two women embraced each other fearfully.
"It's ok." The man's kind smile eased their fears. "We've come to get you out of here. Common!"
The women looked at each other, then jumped up following closely behind him. Around them appeared to be anarchy. The guards were shooting at the rebels, but they all appeared to have powers and the bullets seemed to reflect off of them. Marjorie could see several other prisoners following behind them as the rebels continued their fight.
As they rounded a corner, several guards began shooting at them. The young man stood with defiance holding out his hand. The bullets stopped in mid flight, just inches from penetrating him. Recoiling back his hand, he flung the bullets back at the guards shooting them all. The prisoners all cheered.
"Let's go! We don't have a lot of time." He called out to them all as they all started running behind him.
"Peter! There are forty guards on the other side of east hanger!" An Asian man with a sword strapped across his back called out to him.
"Ok…" The man called Peter put his hand on his shoulder. "Are all the cell blocks clear?"
"Yes." He nodded quickly. "But there are many in the execution chamber that need to be rescued."
"Shit!" Peter sighed. "Ok, Hiro. I'll take care of the guards, you get these people to safety." The man named Hiro nodded as Peter ran off across the yard.
"Ok, follow me!" Hiro told the prisoners. Marjorie and the others ran behind him. A guard came at him shooting several rounds. We are dead for sure, Marjorie thought to herself horrified as she closed her eyes waiting for the worse to happen. But when she opened her eyes to look, the guard was laying on the ground dead after being stabbed with Hiro's sword. Hiro stood before them without a scratch. Marjorie and the others stared at him in amazement, not quite sure what transpired, but grateful nonetheless.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally made it to the peacekeeper gate where other prisoners and rebels were gathered. The rebels were lining up the prisoners passing out documentation to each prisoner with information about contacting their families.
Then without warning, a guard jumped from behind the gate and started shooting. Several prisoners were shot before a man came forward shouting into a megaphone.
"You are on neutral land!" He shouted into the megaphone. "You are in violation of the Vols Treaty! Cease and desist immediately!"
"I got your treaty right here, motherfucker!" The guard shouted before opening fire hitting the man with the megaphone in the upper chest. As the guard began to open fire once again, the rebels began shooting back in defense as the guard was at last taken down.
Marjorie looked down at the young man lying on the ground bleeding profusely from his chest. "Let me help you. I'm a nurse." The young man nodded gratefully as she began to apply digital pressure to the wound.
As Marjorie struggled to help the man, a dozen guards came running through the gate, holding the prisoners at gunpoint. One of the guards picked up the megaphone. "Please return to the compound at once. If you return freely, no harm will come to you. But you must return at your own will. We have been instructed to shoot to kill if you do not comply."
"This is neutral land!" One of the rebels shouted. "You are breaking the law!"
The guards responded by opening fire on the rebel, killing him instantly. "Anybody want to be next?" The guard shouted into the megaphone.
Several of the rebels stepped forward armed with firepower in a standoff with the guards.
Marjorie looked up as out of the clearing smoke the man named Peter came running. Holding out his hand, he sent a number of the guards flying into the gate dropping their weapons. Some of the prisoners picked up the weapons holding off the guards.
Peter looked down at the man Marjorie was tending to. "Brandon!" He quickly kneeled down beside him.
"I don't think I'm going to make it, Peter." He began choking on the blood that was coagulating from his heart into his throat.
"Of course you are." Peter placed his hands on Brandon's wound and to the shock of Marjorie and the other prisoners, the bullet popped out and his wound healed.
"Oh my God!" Marjorie stared up at Peter awestruck as Brandon sat up completely healed. "What are you?"
But Peter did not have a chance to answer. Seven more guards came running through the clearing shooting as they came toward them.
"Shoot Petrelli in the head!" One of the guards shouted.
Peter turned around just as the guard was ready to fire, leaving Peter with little time to react.
As the guard began to shoot, a bolt of lightning came from out of the smoke surrounding them. Marjorie could see a young woman walking out of the out of the clearing smoke, her eyes fierce with determination as she quickly walked toward the guards.
The guards turned and opened fire on her. She held up her hands in a block stance and the bullets literally bounced off of her like she wore and invisible shield.
One of the guards looked at her, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh my God! It's her!"
"Take her down!" One of the guards screamed. "It's theMarauder!"
The woman smiled leeringly. "That's what they call me." Her eyes were full of fire as she jumped into a spiral kick sending two of the guards into the side of the peacekeeper tower, landing on her feet. Then jumping into the air she hovered above two more guards kicking them in the back of their heads knocking them both out instantly. Three more guards opened fire as again she shot a bolt of electricity that split off three ways electrocuting them all.
The woman landed next to Peter. "We aren't out of the woods yet. There are eleven more guards coming this way." She looked at him smiling. "Are you up for a fight?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Peter grinned.
She turned and looked at Hiro. "Hiro, take Brandon, Roy and Chris to the extermination chamber. There are ten prisoners there. Do whatever you need to do to free them."
"What about you?" Brandon asked her.
"Peter and I got this." She replied. "Go help the prisoners."
Brandon nodded quickly as he grabbed onto Hiro's shoulder disappearing in a flash.
Peter turned to Laura. "Look sharp. Here they come."
Laura held out her hand beckoning the guards. "Come on little boys! Come to mama!" She taunted them.
From out of the fog the guards came running firing their weapons. Peter stopped the bullets mid air as Laura walked toward them.
She approached the tallest guard as he was starting to reload. "Hey big man! Nice big gun you got there!" She kicked him in the groin as he doubled over in pain. Laura picked up his gun hitting him in the chest, then on the back of his head knocking him unconscious. She picked up his gun, the placed the magazine in the chamber pointing it at the guards. "Who wants to play?"
A guard came up behind Laura grabbing her into a chokehold. "Well it looks like it's your day to die, pretty lady." He licked the side of her face making Laura cringe.
Laura arched her back kicking out her legs flying into a back flip taking him with her. She grabbed his shirt collar recoiling back her fist. "Don't call me lady" She sneered as she kicked him in the chin sending him flying several feet into the electric fence killing him instantly.
"Ouch." Peter grimaced. "That had to hurt." They stood together taking account of the guards. "Did we get them all?"
"I think we did." She smiled triumphantly as they clasped hands mid air. "Nice work!"
"Are we a team, or what?" He pulled her into a hug.
Hiro, Brandon and the others teleported with three prisoners in tow. "They need oxygen!" Brandon told them. "These were the only three we could save from the gas chamber."
Peter and Laura ran to them as three rebels came forward with medical equipment and oxygen tanks. The prisoners were confused, but relieved to have been rescued.
Laura picked up the megaphone. "May I have your attention please?" The prisoners quieted down and listened to her talk. "As of this moment, you are all free. You will be debriefed, given new identities and instructions on how to reunite with your families. Everyone please line up in an orderly manner and we will get to you as soon as possible. Thank you."
The rebels stood in a row with several boxes of manila envelopes and what appeared to be bottles of pills. As each person was debriefed, a member of the rebel squad escorted them to a holding facility.
When it was Marjorie's turn, she stood in front of Laura looking up at her in confusion. "I don't understand…I see you on the news every night. They say you are a terrorist, and you murdered the first lady, but here you are helping us. You really are a freedom fighter, aren't you?"
For the first time, Laura smiled. She was a beautiful woman, but the war was taking its toll on her. Her voice was kind as she spoke. "The President is not what he says he is. And these camps have not been set up to contain you…you and everybody here were sent to be exterminated after your powers would have been extracted from you."
"My God!" Marjorie whispered. "It's all a lie. Am I ever going to see my family again?"
Laura placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Of course you are." She handed her one of the manila envelopes. "Inside this packet is your new identity. From here you will be taken to an undisclosed location where your family will be waiting for you. You will then be transported to where you will begin your new life." She reached down handing her a bottle of pills. "Take one of these pills every day. They will not take away your abilities, but they will keep you from being detected. If any of your children or family members possess abilities, you will want to give them these pills too. When you run out, there are refill instructions inside your packet. Do not lose it. Godspeed to you."
"How can I thank you?" Marjorie asked her tearfully.
Laura's eyes grew sad. "By taking care of your family. Spending as much time as you can with your husband and children. Love them every moment you can." She saw tears beginning to brim over in her green eyes. Marjorie reached out embracing Laura warmly who returned the embrace with equal affection.
Marjorie and several other prisoners left the compound, never looking back.
After the last prisoner was taken away, Laura noticed the sadness in Peter's eyes. She approached him slowly placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he pulled her into an embrace. "Hey. We'll find them."
"I know." He whispered. "Every prison we have invaded I look for their faces in the crowd."
"So do I." Brandon stood in front of them. "He may not be my real father, but I love that old man." Laura smiled softly at him taking his hand.
"We will keep looking." Hiro half-smiled. "We will invade every prison in this country, but we will find them."
"Yes we will." Laura smiled.
The man named Roy who was the leader of the rebel army came running up to them. "I hate to break up your family love fest, but we have thirty minutes until the bombers get here. You guys need to get out of here."
Laura nodded. "Your right." She quickly hugged Roy. "See you next time."
"I'll be looking forward to it, kid." He grinned as they all said their goodbyes.
The rebels took off in several jeeps as Hiro teleported Laura, Brandon and Peter away.
Phinnius Catherwood sat behind his desk in the Oval Office, his fingers together forming a pyramid. Reaching down, he opened a drawer pulling out a photo of Laura Ryan running his finger across her face. "You have managed to stay one step ahead of me, but it ends today. Soon I will have you in my custody and you will be mine." He was interrupted from his thoughts by a knock at his door. Catherwood quickly morphed into John Hart. "What?" He called out. One of his advisors entered the office apprehensively standing before him. "Well? What is it Timmons? In case you haven't noticed I am a very busy man."
Timmons took a deep breath. "They got away sir. They took all of the prisoners, except for the ones that were exterminated today."
Hart stood up approaching Timmons staring him down with a daunting sneer. "What is your position with this administration, Timmons?"
"Hea …Hea…Head of Homeland Security, Mr. President." Timmons stammered nervously.
Hart circled around him with his arms folded behind his back. "And isn't it your job to do as I ask without fail?"
"Ye…yes Mr. President." He replied as beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
"This is the third time you have botched a mission." Hart hissed at him.
Timmons tried in vain to justify his actions. "I'm sorry sir! They must have known we were coming! Somebody had to of tipped them off."
"And it has taken you this long to figure that out?" He scoffed condescendingly. "I figured that out the first time it the job was fucked up, you idiot."
"I…I'm sorry sir." He blotted his forehead nervously with a handkerchief. Timmons watched in horror as Hart's face began to transform. He went from an older balding gentleman with kind features to a gruesome beast with a man's body. "Wh…wha…what are you?" He whispered horrified.
"Who am I Timmons?" Catherwood sneered. "I am the monster from every child's nightmare. The one you once swore to your father was under your bed at night. I am the beast that dwells within your soul all those times you have cheated on your wife, and taken illegal campaign contributions under the table. I am what you see when you look in the mirror every morning and every night before you go to bed." Timmons fell to the floor white with fear as his reflection was mirrored in the beasts eyes. "I am you, Timmons." Catherwood's eyes turned yellow and a green mist surrounded him taking Timmons over as he began to choke. He fell to the floor gasping for air as Cathwood only stood there laughing. Then finally he drew his last breath.
Catherwood quickly transformed back into the guise of John Hart. He sat down behind his desk and picked up his phone. "When you have a moment, please come in here."
A moment later the adjoining office door opened and a handsome young man wearing black rimmed glasses and a black suit walked in. "What do you need?" He asked impatiently before seeing Timmons body on the floor. The young man began to laugh insolently. "Well, look at that. Did another one of your cabinet members resign? Was it suicide this time, or was this a forced resignation?"
Catherwood stared at him callously. "I really don't have time for you banter right now. I need you to get word to the press that the Head of Homeland Security has stepped down. And I would then like you then to call a press conference to address the nation on the rebels overtaking PFE16 today. You will go live on air at nine pm tonight."
The man began to laugh again audaciously. "So once again the resistance remains two steps ahead of you! It must piss your ass off that they make you look like such a moron in the media."
Catherwood stood up angrily pushing back his chair. He approached the young man leering into his face as the man only stood looking down at him clearly amused. "If I hadn't given my word to you that no harm would come to her, Laura Grace Ryan would have been dead a long time ago. But I promised you she would not be harmed. That is the only reason she has eluded me thus far."
Gabriel Gray shook his head. "You couldn't catch her if you tried. She is way too smart for you." He turned to leave. "Well, since I'm addressing the nation in twelve hours, I guess I had better go prepare my speech. Catch ya later…DAD!" He sneered impertinently as the turned to walk from the room.
"Gabriel." Catherwood sat at his desk staring straight ahead, arms folded in front of him.
Gabriel came to a stop turning to look at him clearly annoyed. "Now what?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Catherwood looked up at him, his eyes narrowed as he addressed Gabriel slowly. "If I find out that you had any part of tipping off the resistance of our attack, the deal is off."
Gabriel shrugged blamelessly. "Well then I guess you better not find out." He turned and started to leave coming to a stop next to Timmons body. "Oh, you may want to do something about that…voters frown on dead bodies lying around the Oval Office…gross." He shuddered sardonically walking out the door.
Outside the door, Gabriel opened his blackberry smiling. "Nice job, Hana." He whispered before casually putting it back in his pocket walking down the hall to his office.
Once inside his office, he unlocked a drawer and pulled out a purple file folder. Thumbing through the papers, he pulled out a photograph tenderly laying it on his desk. Tears began to swell up in his eyes as he stared at the photo of Laura smiling with newborn Seth in her arms. He gently stroked their faces as two tears fell from his face onto the photo. "Oh God, I love you." He whispered. Then he carefully placed the photo back into the file closing it.
Then, laying his head on his desk, he began to cry painfully.
Barstow, California
November 12th, 2012
Laura's Journal -
Today we freed over six-hundred prisoners. Although the operation was a success, seven people were exterminated after their powers were taken from them. They say we can't save them all, but we can only try. I would prefer for us all to live in a world where we don't have to be persecuted for differences or our beliefs.
The thought of returning to normalcy seems like a pipe dream now. For two years we have fought against them. Many lives have been lost, some our own people and some there's. Sadly the men and women we have had to kill to defend ourselves do not know the man they take their orders from…their Commander in Chief…is the devil himself. If they did they would surely be on our side. But they stand at their post and guard him with their lives. It is our hope that someday Catherwood will be exposed for the monster that he is.
It has now been two years since my whole world fell apart. Many of us have scattered. Some to fight nearer to their homes, others for fear of their lives. I don't blame them. If I had my choice I too would hide. But I was never given a choice. Some days I curse my destiny and whoever propelled me into this hell. But we fight. We fight for those who can't fight for themselves. We fight for our loved ones that he has taken from us. And we fight for our own lives.
The media has given me the name The Marauder; a word meaning savage, prowler, hunter. I don't know who gave me the nickname, but I suppose it will do. After all, it is what I have become.
What have we become? We are called "vols" by the mainstream population. This is a term meaning that we have evolved. I don't know what this is supposed to mean. The last time I checked our blood was still red and our birth certificate says we are Americans
My father, Niki, Nathan, Claude and Noah are still missing; a fact that has nearly made Peter lose his mind. Somewhere in captivity his wife is raising a child he has never seen.His brother he loves is gone from his life. But we promised their families we would take whatever means possible to find themAnd we will.
The only light in my life is my two and a half year old son Seth. He is so smart and growing so fast. Every day he looks more and more like his father; and sometimes it makes me cry.
Gabriel. Sometimes I see him from a distance or I catch a glimpse on TV. He still makes me weak at the knees like he did the day I met him; a day that now seems like an eternity has passed. But I remain conflicted. Angered that he left me to fight alone…to love alone and sleep alone. I still wake up at night and reach for him…but I just keep reaching into nothing but cold loneliness. But yet, if I ever saw him again, would I lash out in the anger that overwhelms my mind? Or would I fall victim to the overpowering passion in my heart to run to him; never letting him go?
The campfire crackled as Peter, Laura, Hiro and Brandon all sat around unwinding from the battle. Laura closed her journal leaning back against a rock as she looked up at the stars. Brandon, Peter and Hiro drank beer watching the football game on the TV plugged into the generator.
"Who's winning?" Laura asked them closing her eyes.
"Cowboys 17, Forty Niners 13; three minutes left in the third quarter." Brandon told her. "Where are the kids?"
"Micah and Jake are in their tent playing chess and Seth is crashed out in my tent." Laura replied half-smiling. "I guess Simon, Monty Jake and Micah wore him out today."
"They play hard." Peter replied sadly.
Laura knew instantly where his thoughts were. "How is Heidi?"
"Just taking it one day at a time." Peter told her. "Every morning she wakes up hoping that today will be the day we find them and then every night she goes to bed crying herself to sleep."
"I know the feeling." Laura thought to herself, but did not say aloud.
The football game was interrupted by a special broadcast.
We interrupt this program for coverage the White House press conference…
Laura looked up at the TV apprehensively. "Great." She whispered to herself.
Here is White House Press Secretary, Gabriel Gray…
"Perhaps we should look for something else to watch." Hiro looked up at Laura worriedly.
"No, it's ok." Laura replied. "It probably has something to do with our attack today."
Peter, Brandon and Hiro looked at her concerned, but watched Gabriel with intent as he talked to the press about the resignation of Charles Timmons and the raid by the terrorists in Sacramento.
Laura tried not to look interested, but she could not take her eyes off of him. He was more handsome than ever wearing a black suit and his glasses. His temples showed a hint of gray growing in. She caught herself staring, but when the others noticed, she quickly looked away.
"Daddy!" Laura turned around to see Seth pointing at the TV.
"What are you doing out of bed." She smiled running to him picking him up as he giggled.
He pointed to the TV again. "Daddy! That my daddy!"
"Yes. That's your daddy." Laura smiled sadly. Seth held up a picture of the three of them that Laura kept in her backpack. "Now where did you get that?"
"You…me…DADDY!" Seth giggled as Laura fought back tears.
Brandon came over and took Seth from her. "I think it's time for our future Power Ranger to get to bed. How about if I tell you a bedtime story?" Brandon winked at Laura who mouthed thank you to him.
"Good night baby." She gave Seth a kiss hugging him tightly. "You get some sleep now, ok?"
"Ok mama." Seth gave her a kiss on the lips as Brandon carried him off to bed.
Laura turned around watching Gabriel charm the reports. Her nose wrinkled in contempt as she watched him smile and joke with them.
"Mr. Gray, what about these rumors of you with Angelina Lopez on your arm?" One of the reporters asked him. He gave the reporter his familiar devastating grin admitting that the actress accompanied him to a state dinner once, but they aren't ready to announce their engagement…yet.
Laura angrily shot a lightning bolt through the TV completely demolishing it. Peter and Hiro turned around looking at her in shock. "What the FUCK!" Peter shouted as Laura turned around and stomped off.
Brandon came out of the tent in time to watch his sister skulk off in an angry rage. "Well it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened here." He said watching Laura walk away then at the smoking TV set.
"She has got to find a way to get past this!" Peter stood up shouting with exasperation. "My wife is missing…I have a child out there I have never seen. But do I go around frying TV sets?"
"You don't see your wife on TV talking about being engaged to some Hollywood starlet with fake tits and collagen lips either." Brandon retorted defending his sister. "If nothing else you have the security of knowing that your wife is somewhere pining away for you. But every time she sees Gabriel on TV it opens up the wounds and her heart is broken all over again."
"Gabriel is only walking the walk, Brandon!" Peter shouted. "He didn't want to leave her anymore than Niki wanted to leave me! He left to protect her and Seth! It is not doing her, Seth or any of us any good for her to go all Sara-fucking-Conner on us!"
"Yeah…try telling her that next time her two-year-old asks her about his daddy!" Brandon sneered back at him. "Try telling her that next time she wakes up crying in the middle of the night."
Hiro stood between them. "Brandon…Peter. This is no time to be fighting. We need to stand together. Right now Laura needs somebody to bring her back to us. You need to put aside your differences and take care of her." He walked off in disgust to his tent.
Brandon and Peter looked at each other apologetically. "Rock, paper, scissors?" Brandon half-smiled.
"I'll go." Peter replied softly. "You stay here and try to find something on TV." Peter slapped Brandon's shoulder as he walked off.
"Yeah, I'll do that." Brandon called after him laughing.
Peter found Laura sitting on a rock crying uncontrollably at the top of her lungs. He put a comforting arm around her shoulder. She turned to him placing her head against it continuing to sob.
"It still hurts, doesn't it?" Peter asked her softly stroking her hair.
Laura sat up wiping the tears away with both hands nodding. "I'm sorry about the TV."
Peter shrugged. "I've been meaning to read more anyway." He smiled as Laura chuckled softly. "What are we going to do?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. Sometimes I hate him so much. But most of the time I just want to find him and have him hold me again." Her eyes began to tear up again. "I loved him so much, Peter."
"You still do love him." He told her gently. "A love like you had with him is very rare. I don't care if he is dating every starlet in Hollywood and New York…he will never stop loving you. He has given up everything and been through hell for you…twice."
Laura took a deep breath. "I've got to let him go, Peter. It's been two years, but I don't know how."
"All we can do is keep fighting." He replied simply. "The day or your prophecy is coming soon. I believe with everything I have that Gabriel will be standing beside you on that day. And so will Niki, Nathan, Noah and Claude. And your dad will be there. You just need to keep the faith."
As Peter spoke, he noticed Laura's eyes were fixated on something in the distance. "What are you looking at?" He asked her struggling to see in the darkness.
Laura pointed to some lights that appeared to be embedded in the distant hills. "It looks like those lights are coming from inside those hills over there. I wonder if there are caves over there. I have heard of militia groups that live out here free from the government. They actually build homes in the sides of mountais."
"Well, you know, a lot of people camp out in this desert looking for UFO's." He grinned in jest. "We aren't too far from Area 51 out here. Maybe their aliens."
"If they are they're probably looking for you." She smacked him playfully mimicking ET. "Peter Petrelli…PHONE HOME! The Mothership is waiting."
They began to laugh together. Peter abruptly stopped covering Laura's mouth with his hand. Her eyes looked up at him inquisitively as he held his finger to his lips telling her to keep quiet.
Then suddenly Peter felt a gun on the back of his head. His eyes widened as he turned and saw a tall older man in a ball cap leering at him with a younger man standing next to him holding a shot gun.
"You two have ten seconds to tell us who you are and what you're doing here!" The older man demanded.
Laura stood up smiling at them as Peter rolled his eyes. "Oh shit!"
END OF PART 1