Chapter Three:
Chris shut the door almost as quickly as he opened it. They both heard the
front door burst open, and they were in the kitchen. Bullets flew everywhere,
ricocheting all over the place.
"Uhm ... open the drawers", Chris stammered, while crouching.
"We're in a freaking kitchen, be damn specific!", Jake yelled.
"The one near the dish washer, I keep two tranq guns there".
"Why the hell do you keep guns where you cook", Jake said, while
handing him one.
"Just shut up and let's go"