Jason's POV:
Smash. The glass lays on the floor and beeping starts to flood the streets like sirens in Seminole Heights. I throw an extra mag in to attempt to get a reaction. Nothing but the beeping of the alarm comes in response. I hop through the window, avoiding all the glass on the floor. I retrieve my ammunition and slowly creep around the house, pointing my gun at chest height with my finger on the trigger. Slowly but eventually, the beeping fades away and another torturous sound appears to drag itself to my attention. Alex. His voice reaches a high volume, something I have never heard before. It was a mixture of Love and shock. I rush towards the sound, with my Five-seven in hand. Sweat drips down my forehead as I attempt to trace the sound. Why am I doing this? Do I still love Ale
