He heard the knocking again. "God dammit, who's that at the door?" Joker99352 had an idea of who it might be, but he was hoping (for his sake) that his gut feeling was wrong. There was a silence after this last knock, and Joker99352 breathed a sigh of relief as he walked down the hall. "Alright, just calm down. Just as long as you don't let your face be seen..." His sentence was cut short by the sound of the wooden front door splintering underneath a heavy boot. "Shit!" "There he is! KILL HIM!" Joker99352 scrambled for the broom closet, where he produced a Mauser C96. It was pretty antiquated, but it was the only gun he had around. He pressed his body against the kitchen wall, sometimes reaching the gun around the corner and popping off a shot. Thump. Silence. Gunsmoke. Did he hit one? He leaned out as far as he could without being a possible target. The others had ditched their comrade. Joker99352 slowly walked over to the corpse and inspected it. A ski-mask, he thought. Why would he need a ski mask? He shrugged it off and started down the hall. Crash. Shattered glass from the kitchen window lodged itself into his chest. As he fell to the ground, he saw a little metal ball roll next to him with the pin missing. "Shit."