"Who let them in?" Antonio asked
My thoughts exactly.
"They-forced-their-way-in-and-are-pulling-into-the-driveway-as-we-speak."
All this just meant one thing, war!
I walked over to the painting hanging on Antonio's wall and tilted it, causing a side of the wall to open, revealing a small armoury of different specifications and calibers of guns in different shapes and sizes.
My semi automatics were tucked in my dress pants, I only picked an Uzi submachine g*n.
Antonio walked over and armed himself too but not as much as I would have wanted him to. At least he armoured up, he would have been foolish not to do so.
Raymond led the way. As we walked downstairs the sound of loading and assembling of guns could be heard, everyone knew what was about to go down.
James Baddo parked in front
