MONSTER
Patton yanked the door open only to find himself staring down the barrel of a handgun.
At first, he wanted to reach out and hug whoever was holding the weapon, thanking them profusely. But he managed to compose himself and stood there, showing no emotion.
With the g*n staring him in the face, he was unable to focus on the person holding it, though he did have an inkling as to why.
“Are you Henry Patton?” The speaker's voice, which he also didn't recognize, sounded old and worn as if he had lived a lifetime of stress and heartache. The thick French accent didn't help Patton to place the intruder either.
Henry said nothing. He simply stood there knowing there was no action he could take quickly enough to avoid what was coming, so he waited for it to be over.
“I asked you a ques
