Len POV - Building Tensions

"Hands where I can see them! I've got a gun and I'll shoot if you do not present yourself!" Another man's voice boomed from the door as I flinched.

I thought it had been Dameon at first, but boy was I sorely mistaken. My legs begin to shake at the thought of being shot on sight, it didn't matter whether I show myself or not.

"Quit joking around, Luke. You don't have your gun anyways." I heard Dameon's voice as I panickly glanced around the room from my hiding spot to find him.

Oh, am I relieved to hear he is present.

"Young Master, you should let me do my job. What if the person is armed?" Luke asks as I tried figuring out what I should do to present myself without getting tackled on sight.

"You said it yourself that there was no signs of forced entry. Geez, lay off a little. Besides, with that hulking body of yours, there's no need for a gun anyways." Dameon waves off the man as I raised an eyebrow.