Chapter 13

"So what do you see?" Sands asked. They were both crouching in front if the dilapidated warehouse, hidden behind empty crates.

"Not to big, 'bout the size of a house, s'all dark inside, two guys are hangin' outside." Carter replied in a monotonous voice.

"And?" Sands questioned."

"And that's it. The guys are about your height, I don't see any guns, but they look tuff."

"Well, if they don't have any guns, that's a bonus for me. "

With that, Sands stood and walked to where he could hear the two men talking.

"Hey gents, how's it goin'?" Sands asked nonchalantly, the gun at his hip already cocked and ready.

"Hey!" One of the guys began. "What the fuck are y-"

He was cut short by the sound of a gun.

He was dead before he hit the floor.

The second man started for the door, making the dead leaves under his feet crackle. Bad move. Sands shot the second man in the head. He turned quickly and jogged near to where the crates, and Carter, sat.

Sands heard an awkward coughing to his left and turned to feel the corner of the crate press into his arm. He sat beside a petrified Carter.

"Okay, now you have to be very quiet," Sands began, as if talking to a child, "because some big bad men are going to come and investigate."

"How did y-" Carter started.

"Shh!" Sands chided. Sure enough, more men past the threshold onto the doorstep.

"So, how many are there?" Sands questioned. He could hear their voices, but they were overlapping and Sands couldn't figure out how many were speaking.

"Four. And these ones are armed." Carter replied.

Sands simply smiled.

"This is going to be fun."