The group waited until darkness befell them. It was the only way to successfully save Mark. While waiting they occupied the neighboring house in order to stay hidden. At around ten at night, the house grew suspiciously silent. Molly climbed out to see, or at least hear, what was happening. There were no cars being turned on, and there were no guards heard outside.
"Be careful, Molly," whispered Wade.
"I will," she whispered back.
She made her way back to her original position and crouched in the long, unkempt grass.
"Blade's about to start. He wants you boys to guard the door to downstairs," barked a deep voice.
"Yessir," the two men replied.
"Start? Start what?" Molly's mind raced. She stayed until it seemed like all guards were in place. Ten minutes go by, and a blood-curdling scream is heard from the basement. Once Molly heard it, she took off back to the house. It was Mark.
"Mark's in… Mark's in there," she huffed, "we need to go now!"
Bob, Mandy, and Wade sprang to their feet. It was time to get their best friend back.
"We need a plan, first," suggested Bob.
"I think we need to do this in a slow, methodical way," explained Mandy, "it's the only way to ensure Mark isn't killed."
"I agree," said Wade, "I brought some knives to help us out."
He hands everyone a long, 11-inch knife made to kill. It was time to bust some heads.
