Meanwhile Marco was still amidst a stand-off with young Jake who had barricaded himself into his mother’s room with the handgun he had retrieved from his mother’s safe. Despite several attempts to try and convince Jake to surrender himself, Marco found himself talking to a brick wall, literally as he stood with his back to it.
“Come on kid, I don’t have time for this.” Marco called out, his black pistol in hand.
“That’s a shame… for you, I mean I’ve got all night!” Jake shouted out with a smile, his gun still held aimed at the doorway.
This pissed Marco off; he was getting nowhere and his patience had worn thin. Gritting his teeth he squeezed the handle of his gun.
“Why you little sh-“
A deepened voice suddenly interrupted his tantrum.
“-Marco, let’s go. We’re leaving.” came the sudd
