The third unit was perhaps two minutes ride far from the backside of targeted house when a sound of gunshot echoed in their ears. They couldn’t understand if it was the sound of gunshot or celebration of fireworks in nearby Tacoma Dome. But they couldn’t see pyro flames in the sky.

As the sound erupted for the second time more closer then they understood it was sound of gunshot for real which had come from D'Amares' current location.

The other units were confirmed quick and the two of them confirmed they also had heard sound of gunshots from the same area.

But one unit was off the contact when the third unit was struggling to communicate with them. It seemed as if their radios had never existed. They didn’t receive any of those messages.

It was patrolling unit one.

"Why aren’t they in our range? Looks like their walkie – talkie has been damaged." One cop said.

Or maybe somebody has broken it?

They fell in shock when realized the unit belonged to Warner and Keaton. Both of those guys could be in some sort of crisis.

The gunshots in D'Amares' location could be related with only one thing. The boy reached for his radio and shouted without giving a damn whoever he was talking with, "Keaton and Warner aren’t responding. So is Derrick who was driving. And firings have happened inside the house. Either D'Amares or anyone of the crew has been killed!"

I wish we hadn’t parted and were together in the same protocol.

Then after the weak radio signals disappeared.

The rest of crew knew a terrible mishap had taken place in the house but, without expectation, when they reached to the house's backyard which looked nothing less than peaceful place. It was like nothing had happened in the area. Third unit could see rest two cars had already arrived.

The walkie – talkie squeaked, "First car has been discovered but it's empty –" The signal was very low and it was something which almost had never happened before.

"D'Amares left the house? How can he?"

Now the house where sounds of firings had happened was dead silent.

"There's no Keaton and his team. Get inside the house right now! Maybe we'll find them there no matter how they are doing." He barked at the radio, "Bullshit signal! Fuck!"

"TEAM THREE IS THIS YOU?" the voice erupted from the radio in an annoying way.

Then it struck him. The first patrolling unit had responded out of nowhere. But what even shocked them something more was something in front of their eyes.

"We've spotted something here. A mannequin maybe!" he shouted with relief of Keaton's response to him now.

"Mannequin? Are you sure?" came Warner's puzzled reply.

"No! I guess it's not. Its – oh – breathing…he's a – a human and he looks knocked out!"

"What the heck? In case if you're concerned about our well being then I inform you that we are already inside the house." the voice resumed.

When did they get in? And what about the gunshots?

"You'll not believe what we've discovered inside." Warner said in mystified tone.

"Hello – what – what?"

But the line was hung in low connection.