Angol
The sky was getting darker but was still painted in deep reds, oranges, and pinks as the sun set on the water below. The only sounds Lukas heard came from the tide crashing against the rocks below and his feet crunching through grass and gravel. After each of them circumvented the entire area, they met up where they had begun.
Lukas led the walk back to the door. As he went to reach for the doorknob, he froze. Jaime started to speak, but Lukas put his finger to his lips and pointed to the door. It seemed to dawn on Jaime that Lukas had closed the door tightly before they went on their excursion, and now it was ajar. Light from inside could be seen where the door was opened a crack.
They glanced at each other, nodded, and Jaime slowly pushed the door open with the fire poker. Carefully walking inside the structure, they both had their eyes and ears peeled for any movement. They were about halfway across the floor when the door slammed shut behind them. Whipping around with weapons in hand, Jaime and Lukas found themselves staring down the barrel of a Magnum .357.
