Changing the tide

“What happened here? Where is everyone?” Neon’s voice was frantic, his eyes darting around the ransacked house.

Peter tried to stay calm, but his voice wavered. “Do you think the Vanguards found out about us?”

Neon turned on him, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “I knew this would happen! You led them to our house! Now they have my family!”

“Calm down,” Oliver interrupted, holding up a piece of paper. “I found something!”

It was a hastily written note from Benson, detailing a safe meeting place and urging them to leave immediately. As they read the note, heavy footsteps approached. The sound sent a chill through the group.

“They’re here!” Julius whispered, gripping his rifle tightly.

The door creaked open, and two figures stepped inside. Guns were raised, fingers on triggers, until one of the intruders spoke.

“Wait! Are you Oliver, Benson’s son?”

Reluctantly, Oliver lowered his weapon. “Yes. Who are you?”