Joe Walker didn't remember how it all happens; in fact it had happened so fast. Joe had owed money to a man who went by Jack. Of course paying off $9,200 was not easy. But with hard work Joe was able to pay up $8,000 leaving the $1,200 to make up. No trouble right? Wrong; this is where everything went down. Jack was angry, wanting his money and not caring that Joe was trying to make it up. "Give me the time... Please?" Joe begged as Jack walked towards him. "If you don't bring me my money by the time of two days… I will kill the one of the things most close to you."
A day passed and he was under pressure as he thought about the words of Jack. Absentmindedly, he grabbed his bag when a note fell out. Joe stared at the piece of paper he held in his hand and felt the familiar frustration building up within him. 'Your time is up. I'll kill her and I'll kill you. -J' In shock Joe panicked, Jack lied… he said he had two days…He crushed the paper and let it flutter to the ground as he picked up his case and walked away from the practice building Starkid owned. Joe found himself entering the Apartment and grabbing his Binoculars. Damn, Joe felt like a stalker. Lauren walked out and he hesitated as he looked through the eyepiece. Any moment now, she would be stepping out onto the sidewalk, her beautiful dark hair cascading past her shoulders and her smooth skin glowing in the warm sunlight. There she was walking next to Holden and Dylan. She stopped to make conversation with A.J, but Joe barely noticed. His attention was focused on the man in a car, a few meters away opposite her apartment building.
Joe abandoned his binoculars and he ran down the stairs, two steps at a time. He recognized the man in the car, James Allen another master marksman in the agency. Walker ran down the pavement, shoving pedestrians out of the way. He had to get there before Lauren stepped out. He had to. He was only a few feet away from the building when the sliding doors opened and Lauren stepped out. Joe lunged for her, pulling her into the alley besides the building. "Joe! What are you doing…?" She gasped but only got a light shove in return. "Run!" With that Joe took her hand and made a run for it. They soon emerged in an open plaza, and Joe cursed when he realized that the hit man was hot on their heels. He cast his eyes desperately around, but there was no cover. An evil grin plastered on his face, James Allen took careful aim. He had no need to hurry; they had nowhere to run. Joe watched everything in slow motion as he launched himself at James. He was too late. A shot was fired, but Joe had not bothered to turn his head to see whether the bullet had found its mark. He tackled James to the ground and coldly pulled out his revolver from the hit man's pocket and pointed it at Joe Allen's temple. That's where Joe Froze, shocked at his own movements. Sure, Joe knew how to shoot… he went to shooting ranges many times… but this was the real thing. The Sound of Police Sirens was known and James soon knocked Joe off him, running off towards more buildings. "Lo, are you alright?" Joe asked worriedly, tearing off a strip of his shirt to press against her wound making Lauren gasped in pain. "Why not you try being shot at, and see whether you're alright after that?" Joe was not in the mood for her sarcasm as he hooked an arm under her knees and lifted her up from the ground. "Press the cloth against the wound. We're going to get that tended to."
