"I think I've said enough for now." Jonah abruptly took his eyes of the
ground for the first time since he started his story and when he looked at her, she had her hand over her mouth and a tear in her eye."You should get some sleep, Claire." he added."A-alright then." she then turned over and stayed still but was clearly awake. He'd usually wait for her to sleep first, out of caution, but in this case he was simply far too tired and before he knew it, he found himself dozing off.
A few seconds later, or so it appeared to Jonah, he was suddenly woken up by the faint sound of a door opening and footsteps. He instinctively removed his safety on his pistol and grabbed the small knife he hid in his pocket. Claire was still asleep. "Good, she'd only get in the way." thought Jonah. He crept through the door, hugged the wall in front of him and inched his head just enough to sneak a look around the corner. He was in a large two-story house, which had a huge living room, overlooked by a long railing, that stretched across the perimeter of the house. He took a look below him and saw a small group of young men and women, who all looked around twenty or so. "Two guys armed, one girl with a sword, the last one weaponless." Jonah noted. "Place looks empty; I think we can stay here." the thinner of the two men said. Indeed, the other one was fat and wore glasses, yet held his rifle much more carefully than the other one and had his finger on the trigger. Jonah observed that the thin man still had the safety on his gun on. The sword-equipped girl next to him exclaimed "Thank God, I thought this would go on forever." and started to move towards the stairs. He had to act fast, but for all his skill with the knife and pistol, there were still too many to engage directly. "I hate to do it but a hostage is my only way out of here." muttered Jonah to himself."But how am I supposed to close the gap between me and them, avoid getting shot and then take the weaponless girl h-" His eyes met the chandelier a few meters ahead and he immediately knew what to do.
He wasn't sure if he ever leaped such a great distance before, but risks had to be taken. A small mistake, a foot incorrectly planted and he'd find himself sprawling on the ground, with a few broken bones and at the mercy of strangers. He took a deep breath and a few steps back, started his brief sprint, placed his foot on the railing and performed his leap of faith."Who's there?!" he heard one of them shout, but it didn't matter to Jonah; he had to make it, he just had to. And finally, he felt his fingers latch onto the chandelier and he, despite its swinging, pulled himself up, but not before hearing a gunshot and sensing something extremely hot brush past his head. "Don't shoot!" he heard someone cry. That wasn't the first time he experienced that sensation, one that was far too close for comfort, but he had to take advantage of his opponents' moment of hesitation and that he did. He deliberately fell right on the woman , used her as a cushion for his fall and in an instant, had his knee on her back, twisted her arm and placed his knife on prime position to slash her throat open.
By the time he lifted his head to face the strangers, two guns were pointed at him the sword girl was already readying her self to sprint towards him."Easy now, let's not make any rash decisions." the thinner man said, without lowering his weapon. "You should've let me shoot him, Jacob" the fat one said through clenched teeth."I'm not looking for much here, if you co-operate, that is." Jonah retorted. Jacob raised his eyebrow in reply. "LET MY SISTER GO, NOW" screamed the other girl at the top of her lungs, while tightly clenching her blade, itching to kill. Jonah responded by twisting his hostage's arm even further. His actions were followed by screams of agony. "All right, all right", Jacob paused a moment, "State your terms, kid" He seemed to be the leader, for at this the rest seemed to calm down. "Just hand over all your weapons, simple as that. Then we can talk, perhaps strike a bargain." suggested Jonah. The three looked at each other a moment before laying down their arms and sliding them across the room. They had an oddly relaxed look on their faces which prompted Jonah to firmly bark
"ALL of them." With a disappointed look and expressions of frustration, the glasses-wearing man reached into his jacket to reveal a very small revolver and tossed it over.