John sat in his loungeroom looking through the curtains at the groups of people gathering outside in the streets. Every one of them had a phone out ready to record.
This was a gated community dammit. How are these people even getting in? He took out his phone and dialled a number.
“All good?” John asked when the phone was answered.
“All good.” The person replied and hung up.
A car moved slowly up the road and turned into Johns driveway. John opened the garage and the car drove in, John closing it behind him.
He walked through the house into the garage and hugged the man standing beside the car.
“Old man, it's been to long,” John smiled. The man before him was almost 20 years his senior, a seasoned soldier and leader.
“Aye, enough of the old.” The man grumbled at him. “Who are we
