Who Shot Ya

Standing over Jimmy's body with a blank face as he bled out, red rivers trailed down, absorbed into the ground. Jimmy's faint gasp for air could barely be heard as he lay in a small pool of dirt and blood. "Guess I'm out of bullets. I didn't want to ruin your face for your mug shot. Say cheese," said Amar as he took out his phone aiming at Jimmy's lifeless body. "Take pictures of everything," said Amar, as he placed the pistols in his pockets, looking over his shoulder towards the glass doors. Shaken from what had just taken place, Nho walked over to Amar, asking, "Where do we go." "You are gonna go to a temporary home Nho," responded Amar. "I'm not going to be able to join you because firstborn gotta work. I'll get you out of the temporary home soon, I promise." Holding onto Nho's hand, Amar walked toward the house, "Hold up, Nho," said Amar. Taking off his hoodie, Amar ripped a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around Nho's eyes. "Okay, I'm navigating you through the house alright" "Okay. Amar, why are my eyes covered," asked Nho as the boys got near the back porch. "I'm not sure if something scary will pop up. If it does, ill take care of it. Plus, this blindfold will help keep you calm", said Amar. "Why group home Amar," asked Nho. Stopping, Amar said, "I'm gonna let go of your hand for a second keep the blindfold on, I'll know if you peek,"

Resting peacefully on the ground, Amar removed the holster strapped to his mother's leg and told Nho, "You have to go to the group home. It's part of a process in the law." Walking into the house, Nho asked, "What Law?" "I learned it in history class back in high school. Back in the past, child trafficking was a huge problem. It got to the point people were snatching kids out of households," said Amar. "Amar, the ground is wet," said Nho. "Hold on, let me turn on the flash." Under the soles of the pair's feet, red pools decorated the floor. "Yeah, don't worry, Nho. The bad man made a mess on the floor. I'll take care of it; keep the blindfold on," said Amar. As Mr. Cash's body lay on the floor, Amar grabbed the strap from his father's leg before taking a picture.

Walking back, Amar continued explaining, "When child trafficking was affecting many citizens, the government introduced an N.G.P. act. The law was to keep track of all children within the government's reach." Outside, Amar headed towards the bushes. "Nho for the government to get involved and give the best protection, the more money equals the better security. You can take your blindfold off, Nho," said Amar as he grabbed the bags out of the bushes. Knots of the twenties and hundreds made their appearance scattered throughout the bag. Looking into the bag, Nho said, "A lot of money." "A lot of money is right, Nho. About 40 thousand is held in this bag Nho. I'm sure the other bag probably has the same amount or more. I can't find the note that mom left saying the amount. Well, a lot of money is a lot of money," said Amar.

"Stay here, Nho. I'm going to go inside and open up the garage door. Once the door opens, wait out in the car with the bags. I'm going to look for more ammunition upstairs, then come back to you," said Amar as he headed towards the back door. Walking in the kitchen, rivers formed in Amar's eyes as he looked for the Garage door switch. The noise of a small engine emerged, "Bet, found it," said Amar as he headed towards the doorway leading to the garage. As Amar got closer to the door, a few bullet holes were spotted in the door. "No, no, no-no," said Amar. Bursting through the door, right in front of him, Nho held the bags. "Amar, are you okay?" asked Nho. Shutting the door behind him, Amar said, "I'm alright, Nho, just was in a rush to check the vehicle." "Okay, vehicle drive?" asked Nho. Looking at the car, Amar saw three bullet holes in the vehicle's door. As Amar pulled on the handle, the door was able to open. "Vehicle looks good. Hopefully, it can drive Nho," said Amar

"DEXTER!" "Yes, Jennifer." "Why am I out of bed, at FOUR IN THE MORNING! Not just that, why are we bringing rookies IN MY CAR!" shouted Jennifer. "wHy aM I Up aT FouR iN tHE MoRNinG, did you forget what we do for a living. We received our orders, so now we have to go send assistance to a friend of the associate in the kinder organization," said Dexter. "Ugh, let's hurry up and get this over with," said Jennifer. Before exiting the car, Dexter locked the vehicle doors in front of Mr. Tods' house. "What the fuck Dexter?" "Listen, Jennifer. We'll let the rookies deal with it. We get paid to give protection; they get paid to scout," said Dexter. "Ooh, you right." Looking behind her seat, three individuals in militia attire sat. "Listen here; this is your first unassigned mission. If it goes well, you'll find recommendations in your files for pay raise and increased rank," said Jennifer. "Much Appreciated, Ma'am," said a rookie. With a sinister smile, Jennifer added, "However, if you fail. You better hope that threat will put you out of your misery because if we find you half alive, you'll be wishing you were dead, understood."

Dexter and Jennifer walked over to Mr. Tod's front door as the soldiers got out of the car. "Why hello," said Mr. Tod. "No need for introductions. We were sent from the kinder organization," said Jennifer. Walking past Mr. Tod, an arm reached out in front of her. "Listen here, women, I will not be disrespected in or outside of my house," "If you want to keep that arm of yours, I suggest you move it, or I will be taking it with me," said Jennifer. "Both of you calm yourselves. Mr. Tod, I presume. I am Dexter Botain, first commander, and the dangerous woman whose entrance you are blocking is my second in command, Jennifer. May we come in?" asked Dexter. "Wait aren't you folks here to take care of the issue across the street?" asked Mr. Tod. Smirking, Jennifer looked at Dexter and said, "Let this bag of pastry flour know why we're here. I'm going to go inside and take a seat," "Mr. Tod, we are only here to provide you protection. Our talents would be wasted in this matter. That is why our rookies are heading to the house to take care of it as we speak.

Back at the Cash family house, Nho had finished putting the bags in the car when he heard voices in the distance. The unfamiliar voices became louder. Hopping into the vehicle, Nho peeked behind the seat to see who it was. Three individuals in military apparel had arrived. "What are you going to do with your new pay raise?" asked one voice. "I'm heading to the casino with my new revenue." "I'm going to put it towards a ring; my girl has been asking me to propose," said another voice. "Come in, agents 246, 795, and 337. Do you read me? Over," asked Jennifer. "Yes, commander, we read you, over," replied 337. "Good, remember if you fuck this up, you'll wish death was dealing with you instead, over," said Jennifer.

"I hope she's not being serious. The organization won't let her do something and get away with it, right?" asked 246. "Lets put it this way. We were sent over to eliminate or see if there are targets in this location. This will be kept from the public. No one knows of this besides the organization. I don't think The organization would care if a couple of rookies end up M.I.A.," said 337. "I'll end myself before I find out the answer," said 795. "Let's quit chatting then and check the area to make sure there's no one living here. That way, we can update the commanders that the locals must have seen lightning hit behind the house," said 337. "Whoever was here left the garage door wide open. The hood of the car feels cold too," said 795. "Guess they weren't planning on using the car to get away, leave the car well check it out later. There's a body on the back deck. Let's go check it out," said 246. "Jane Doa seems to be female; she has no weapon on her. She has entry points in her chest," said 337. "The glass doors shattered; on the kitchen floor, we have another cadaver. It looks like he got into a fight." "What makes you say that 795," asked 337. "I think there was a struggle. Look, he had gotten stabbed in the side, but the wound doesn't look too deep. Then there's a substance on his face, as well as entry points in his chest. It smells like pepper spray." "What kind of pussy uses pepper spray in a fight?" asked 246. "Not everyone can win a fair fight," said 795. "You smell that 337?" "What the smell of pepper spray 246." "No 337, smells like something is burning." "Smells like something is coming from deep in the back yard," said 337.

"Now that you mention it, I faintly see some smoke coming from back there, though it was my imagination," said 246. "Let's transition over to the backyard and see what it is," said 795. Walking farther into the back yard the smell of burning flesh became more intense with each step. "You see any trail marks in the ground in the form of lightning," asked 337. "I'm not sure if lightning struck behind the house. I don't see any burn marks around," said 246. "Hey, what is that over there deep in the backyard?" "I'm not sure 795. The odor is getting stronger from over there. Take your flashlights out to help with visibility. The fog is getting thicker," said 337. The light from the flashlights began to shine through the fog onto a man lying on the ground. "What the fuck happened to him!" "I think I'm going to be sick." "His face looks like black spider webs going through his skull." "795 if you're going to throw up, go do it in the bushes. Maybe they got struck by lightning.?" said 337. "There's a slim chance to get struck by lightning, but look at his chest. Lightning doesn't leave several holes in your chest. Hopefully, whoever did this isn't still here," said 246. Leaning on the side of the house, agent 795 regurgitated in the bushes. "Ughh, I feel a lot b-," Tooph* Tooph*

"Shit, Take cover!", "795, are you still with us?" shouted 246. "…". "Fuck! guess our hostile is still within the area. You have any idea where the shots came from?" asked 246. "The Garage door is wide open, but the bodies positioned lying headfirst in the bushes. My guess the shots came from the second-story window, right above them," said 337. "Alright, give me cover fire. I'm going towards the shattered glass doors. In three, two, one, go,"

"AGENT 246!" shouted 337 as they watched 246 stumbled over their feet. Halfway across the yard, 337 called, "AGENT 246 LOOK!" fumbling their gun, 246 rushed to go pick it up. Doing a crocodile roll, 246 reached for the gun. Frozen with their gun pulled out, 246 peeked at the second story. "Phew, there's no one there in the window," said 246. After making it to the back door, 246 shouted, "Agent 337 coast is clear you can make your way over." Rushing over to the back door, 337 smacked 246 in the back of the head. "Are you oblivious or stupid? Did you forget we are trying to be covert?" asked Agent 337.

"Aye, do you hear that? Shssssh – The floorboards are creaking upstairs." "The hostile isn't being covert too. Let's go get them," said 246 holding their hand out for a fist bump. "If there are multiple rooms, I'll take the first room, and you can take the second room," said 337 as they turned the corner, looking up the stairs. "What if there's a third room?" "You'll take the third room, and I'll come back downstairs to check around the kitchen floor. I had seen a couple of doors that could lead to a room when we entered the kitchen. There's no telling if there is another hostile in the house that's laying low," said 337. "So, you just gonna leave me hanging?" asked 246, pointing at his fist bump. "Move your ass!" shouted 337.

Five-room entrances waited as the soldiers looked down the hallway, with the doors cracked open, "Alright change of plan I first, you second then third, me fourth, us fifth, Move," "Roger 337," said 246. A screaming creak presented itself from the floorboard, "Dam that floor louder than my walls when it's past midnight," laughed 246. "Stop leaning your inflatable doll on the wall then," replied 337. "I'm heading into the first room, watch the hall," said 337. "iM HEaDinG IntO The FiRst RoOM WaTch ThE haLLs, yeah yeah yeah. Watch the halls yourself," said 246.

"Found the switch," said 337 after entering the first room. "This looks like a room for adults. It could be the parent's room guessing from the size of that bed. I'll check under the bed and in the closet," said 337 as they continued speaking to themselves. "How old is this individual we are facing. Are they trained in covert tactics? Where did they come from? Let me get out from underneath this bed and go check the closet." Walking past the stacked boxes, 337 opened the closet door. "With the hostile being on the second floor. Me in the first room while 246 is in the hallway. They will contact us. Even if they subdue 246, it's a long hallway. He won't be able to get past me. He especially won't sneak past me because these floorboards creak. Why is there so much ammo in this closet? Are these people preparing for an apocalypse? Huh, an attached note."

Amar, If you're reading this. You must survive. Drop Nho off at a child's C-bat process. Please do not leave him there. Get him after. Family gotta stick together. The Two gym bags contain $40,000 each. Use that as payment to cover Nho for a while. You got this. Do your best.

From Mom and Dad

p.s. we love you.

"80,000 dollars? Where are these bags at? I could do a lot with that. 246 doesn't have to know about the money.

Ta-ta-Tap* The sound of quick feet rang through the hallway going downstairs." What the fuck!" shouted 337 as they ran out the room. Looking around the hallway 246 was spotted coming out of the second room. "Dammit, you're supposed to watch the hallway. You had one job! Ugh, I'm going to go check out downstairs to see where they went." "I didn't hear any footsteps walk behind me." "246, you go check the remaining rooms and report back to me," said 337 as they picked up their pace, walking down the stairs. Walking back into the room with their mind on high alert 246 checked underneath the bed. "I don't recall 337 having a higher rank than me. I'm not their subordinate. Their, not squad leader," said 246 as they slowly got out from underneath the bed.

Swinging around 246 gripped their gun, looking down the sight with heavy breaths. "Coast is clear. Alright, time to head to the closet. I felt like someone would catch me lacking - ugh - ugh." "Start croaking," said Amar as he tightened his rear-naked chokehold. Falling to the floor with Amar around their neck, 246 frantically reached to grab Amar. Gripping onto Amar's shirt, 246 pulled with desperate strength. "I'm sorry, please don't kill me," cried 246. With his grip on life fading, darkness began to fill his eyes as his arms dropped. "Ah, you're asleep now, good. Go tell God your sorry," said Amar as he tightened and jerked 246's neck.

"Fuck is going on up there," said 337. Walking through the kitchen, the sound of an opened car door pierced through the walls. "So there are two hostiles. That big lug 246 can handle himself," said 337. "This door probably connects the kitchen to the garage space where the car should be. Oh, three small holes, guess bullets were in and out." Opening the door slowly, 337 peeped his head around the corner. A slight movement was spotted when 337 had eyes on the car. Slowly walking into the garage with his gun by his side 337 grabbed the car door and opened it.

Tooph*

"A gunshot?! Nho!" shouted Amar. Crawling from underneath 246, Amar left the room in a flash. Whipping his body around, Amar appeared back in the kitchen. Looking through the garage door stood 337 as he dug into gym bags. A crackle of electricity made waves through the kitchen as a beam launched itself towards the car. Before 337 could turn around to see what made the crackle, the feeling of being airborne arrived at his feet, followed by the snapping of thick wood.

In his senses, muscles in 337's body ached and screamed from tearing and snapping from impact. Amar removed his palm from around 337's mouth. "Wha-what happened. So-oo much money. If on-only, I had a second longer," groaned 337. As his eyes rolled into the back of his head, 337 remained molded into the tree. Looking back over his shoulder, Amar ran to the car "Nho! Nho!" shouted Amar. As Amar looked in the car, a sheet covered the back seat. Ripping the sheet out of the vehicle, Nho was seen flat on his stomach with his hands over his ears. "Phew, I thought something happened to you there. Let's get the fuck outta here," said Amar.

"Come in agent 246, 337, 795 …. Come in agent 246, 337, 795…. Why the fuck are these recruits not answering my call, DEXTER!" shouted Jennifer. "Ugh, Jennifer, I'm less than two feet away from you. Why are you shouting?" asked Dexter. "The recruits have been gone for about half an hour, and there has been no communication. We need to go check." "Alright if you say so. Mr. tod, we will be taking our leave now. It seems our recruits are not answering their coms," said Dexter. "What is that supposed to mean? Maybe their battery for this coms device has died out?" asked Mr. Tod. Putting his cup of tea down, Dexter followed Jennifer outside. "Coms not being answered means one of two things, someone silenced the coms, or someone silenced the soldiers. I'd suggest you come outside to see if anything is going on across the street," said Dexter as he looked back at Mr. Tod from the open front door. "Uggggh, Mrs. Tod, would you be a dear and get me my revolver. The 627 tracker, not the colt cobra," asked Mr. Tod. As the commanders began to leave the house, a car began to pull out the driveway from the cash family house.

Comments from other associates arose from inside the Tod family house, "How is that possible," "Is that the younger brother and the eldest in the car," "This can't be." As the room began to fill with anxiousness and unanswered questions, the echo of clapping appeared in the air. "Aye, kid, what's your name," shouted Dexter. "This man serious," contemplated Amar. Amar leaned out and yelled, "My parents told me I shouldn't talk to strangers ?" "Well, I sent three people from my agency into that house to scout. Yet here you are, and they aren't anywhere to be seen or reachable. Now, why is that?" "You must be getting ready for a circus event cause those clowns didn't seem like they had any training," replied Amar. "Oh, a smart ass. I see. Lucky for you, my partner and I were paid for protection only. Do you plan on coming across the street with violent intent?" asked Dexter.

Tooph*

"Who the fuck is shooting," shouted Amar. A side mirror that once stood attached to the car had vanished. "Dam one in the chamber. Dammit, Ms. Tod I told you to bring me the 627 tracker, not the colt cobra!" The sound of a backhand echoed in the household, followed by a thud. "Now go get me the tracker before the dam children escape. Are you people waiting for an invitation?" shouted Mr. Tod to the members of the neighborhood watch. "Go after the brat and his brother before they escape," exclaimed Mr. Tod. "Nho, are you okay?" asked Amar. "I fine," replied Nho. "Open the car door!" "Get out of the car!" "Get the kids!" shouted associates of Mr. Tod as they ran over to Amar's car. "Fuck is wrong with this neighborhood? Are these people crazy?" said Amar as he pressed down on the gas pedal. Tire rubber burned on the floor as associates ran over. One after another, clips and thuds echoed down the street as the screaming of rubber ran through the neighborhood. "Get that, boy! We can't afford to let him escape," shouted Mr. Tod.

"Why are you commanders not helping? The children are right there," shouted Mr. Tod. "We are only paid for protection. We were not paid to waste our skills hunting down the children for you. Use your energy, old man," said Jennifer. "Why, you little bitch," said Mr. Tod as he pointed the pistol at Jennifer. "You don't have any bullets in that gun, powder balls. Even if you did, it would be the purest idiotic decision you ever made in your life, even to attempt to put a bullet in me. If I wanted to, your soul, as well as this whole neighborhood, would be lit ablaze, so you best point your toy the other way," said Jennifer. "Ugh, give women rights now they backtalk, oh how the world changed for the worst. Finally, you got my gun. Did you put the bullets in here already?" asked Mr. Tod as Ms. Tod stumble on her way out of the front door. "I was rushing to find the bullets. I'm not sure which one goes to it," said Ms. Tod. "Dam, you're useless, give it. I'll do it myself," grunted Mr. Tod.

Groans and moans rose from the street as neighborhood watch members moved out of the road back to the sidewalk. A sense of calm arrived as Amar caught his breath. "All these people are doing this for what. What did we do? I don't understand why we are targets?" contemplated Amar. "He must be the leader for this chaos," said Amar as he looked up the street at Mr. Tod. "Nho keep your head down. I have one more thing I need to do before we leave this madness. Cover your ears; guns are loud," said Amar as his eyes locked in on Mr. Tod. Forms of emotional facial expression left Amar; dull eyes focused as dark energy created a blank face. Loading a single bullet to fit into the revolver, Mr. Todd witnessed the car coming up the street. "You see the vicious intent in his eyes, this audacity to drive back towards me, No respect for his elders who've deemed him as not fitting for the picture of our reputation. "LETS' SEE YOU MAKE IT WITH A BULLET IN YOUR BRAIN STAIN!" "NO!"

Draping his body over Mr. Tod, Pastor Pent forced the gun to face the ground. "Mr. Pent what in the Chicken Mate are you doing? Harbor off my back NOW!" shouted Mr. Tod. "Mr. Tod can't you fathom that this is all wrong. Do you not see how wrong this is? You are about to kill two innocent children," shouted Pastor Pent? "You're shouting in my ear! Do you not see the vicious intent he sends through the front window," asked Mr. Tod. "If they are such innocent children, then why did you not fight harder in the vote for how to deal with them," asked Mr. Tod. "I - I," "I nothing. Get off of me," shouted Mr. Tod.

In front of Mr. Tod's house, Amar drew his gun with his sights aimed at the chest of Mr. Tod. Before squeezing the trigger, the nerves in Amar's body had gone cold. With the hairs on his neck reaching for the sky, the instincts within Amar screamed halt. "Wise decision on not pulling that trigger. Your life would've ended before the bullet would've hit its target," said Dexter as he lowered his pistol from the back of Amar's head. "How'd you and that lady move so quickly. You all were just in front of the house," asked Amar. "Oh, so you noticed she moved as well. You got a good eye." "It is hard to ignore her. I can feel her glaring at my temple through the front windshield," said Amar.

Lowering her weapon and walking over to the passenger side window, Jennifer looked into Amar's eyes. What was once brown eyes turned to scarlet, waving her hand in front of the window bit by bit, the window began to crack until it shattered with out a single touch. "What the fuck, how did you do that?" shouted Amar. "Smart boy didn't pick that gun back up and point it at me. Guess you can feel the difference in our strength. As you are now, you won't be able to get past us to touch the old man. Just take you're L and drive out of here safely with your brother. Don't make me regret my kindness because I have a weakness of doing more than my job asks me to, so beat it," said Jennifer.

"Move your ass, wench," shouted Mr. Tod as he fired a shot off at Amar. Prepared for the impact, Amar began to peek with one eye open after seconds started to approach. "I'm still alive? I'm not injured. Nho, are you okay?" asked Amar. Amar's jaw dropped from what he witnessed through the passenger window. In front of him was Jennifer keeping the bullet floating in mid-air. After she snapped her fingers, the shot began to melt into a liquid before dropping to the floor. "Let's get out of here Nho. There's way too much for me to understand right now," said Amar.

Distance between Amar and the neighborhood increased with every passing second. Mr. Tod walked over to Mr. Pent. "Pastor, Pent would you like to explain to me what was going through your weasel brain. You let the stains get away!" "Mr. Tod, I believe you have bigger issues to deal with," said Pastor pent as he pointed at an enraged commander walking their way. "What do you want, women?" "I'll have you know, Mr. Tod, if anyone were to shoot at me, their next shot would be at an autopsy before they get placed in a body bag," said Jennifer. "Mr. Tod, I believe we are done here. We'll be sending a clean-up crew to fix up that house and clear it of the bodies in the morning. If I were you, I'd think of a plan because you also couldn't capture your two witnesses," said Dexter as he and Jennifer got into the car. "Let's get the fuck out of this crazy neighborhood," said Jennifer. Without wasting another second, Dexter's car drove off.

"I'll deal with you another time, Pastor," said Mr. Tod as he gave a disgusted look. Moans and groans arrived from the sidewalks and front lawns. With some neighbors bruised and beaten, anger, aggravation, and hostility began to mix. Neighbors made their way towards the Tod residency. "The dam kids got away," shouted one neighbor. "Now he has a chance to alert the authorities," expressed another neighbor. "Fuck, we never should have done this plan. This is all your fault, Mr. Tod," added another. Complaints began to fill the air. "People, people, will you calm down," asked Mr. Tod. "No, I will not calm down. It was your devised plan. Now we're all in the mix of this," said a neighbor. In the face of Mr. Tod poked at his chest. A moment before the man uttered another word; Three shots rang in the neighborhood. In a second, falling to the floor with his chest clenched, the man gasped for air. As the echoes of his struggle pierced the air, fellow neighbors simmered down. "Out of the way people move," said a man in military apparel with bright red letters on his shoulder that spelled Kinder.

"Thank you for that, and if he spoke another word, I would have introduced him to my five fingers. Whom may you be," asked Mr. Tod as he wiped his face with his handkerchief? "My name is James Allison. I am a petty officer from the kinder garden organization. Mr. Botain sent for me after we heard the news of someone escaping." "Information flies very quick in the organization. well glad to have you aboard, Mr. Allison," said Mr. Tod. "Mr. Allison, the witnesses that escaped were a childish teen and his younger sibling. I wouldn't want them to bring attention to this lovely neighborhood. There will be others who will bring attention to this neighborhood instead," said Mr. Tod as he looked over at Pastor pent. "Get off my porch, Pastor. You're on thin ice: two more strikes, and your out. Come inside you and your men, Mr. Allison. I'll make my wife cook up something for yall. The rest of you get up and go home. Get your rest well discuss this more tonight," said Mr. Tod.

Bit by bit, a concentration of moans and groans began to grow quiet. Every injured body walked away from the house, all except one Pastor. "Pastor Pent, did you not hear me an hour ago," shouted Mr. Tod as he looked down on Pastor pent from the window. "Go home." "Can't we talk about this? They are just children," said Pastor Pent. "One strike left pastor go HOME!" shouted Mr. Tod as he slammed the window. As Mr. Tod watched Pastor Pent walk home, Petty Officer Allison opened the door. "Is everything alright? I heard shouting and slamming," asked Allison. "Mr. Allison, would your men be able to complete a side quest if needed?" "Depends. Our higher-ups sent my men and me down to assist you in most ways we can," replied Allison. "Okay, let us see if it's gonna be strike three tomorrow," said Mr. Tod as he looked out his window.

Emotions swirled in the brain; anguish began to brew as Pastor pent unlocked a front door. Tears started to enroll in the corner of Pastor Pent's eyes in the kitchen. "Honey, is that you," asked a sweet voice. The smell of vanilla with fresh lavender made its way to the kitchen. "What wrong," asked Mrs. Pent. "Bella, I committed a terrible act of being silent. Not checking in, I- I've cost people their lives," said Mr. Pent as he laid his head in his palms. "What do you mean ?" "Those young boys could've been able to enjoy another morning surrounded by people that love then." Placing her finger on his lips, Mrs. Pent said, "You're a good man who needed strength at the time but couldn't find it within themselves. The lord will have a plan for you to repent your sins.

"How can I repent something like this? Those young boys may not have a home to go to. Who knows who else they have, or even if there's anyone else. There was a whole family in that house. I have seen only half drive out," said Mr. Pent. Taking a seat, Mrs. Pent replied, "The Lord has mysterious ways. Gore, you shouldn't worry. Gore your lesson shall be presented to you after the actions, then you will receive an answer on what you should do. Keep your mind open, and you'll see; the expressions you saw on that boy's face let it empower you to right the wrongs you've committed." said Mrs. Pent as she took Pastor Pant's hand and held it in hers. "Thank you for being a ray of sunlight to help guide me," said Mr. Pent.

"Daddy, daddy" tumbling down the stairs racing to the kitchen, arrived two sleepy children and a dog. "Oh look who we have here up early in the morning," said Mr. Pent. "We heard the front door open," said Uno "We rushed down the stairs hoping it was gonna be you," said Zwei. "I'm guessing Mammoth told you little ones he's gonna be downstairs. I'm guessing some little ones should head upstairs because their morning breath is waking up too. Hurry back to bed before your mind becomes active," said Mrs. Pent. Looking over at Mrs. Pent assist the children back upstairs, Mr. Pent commented, "I truly am blessed to have you and the kids." Before Mr. Pent could get off another sentence, several woofs came from mammoth. "I truly have been blessed to have you, the kids, and mammoth," chuckled Mr. Pent.