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	"This the place?" 

	In a car, two men in black clothing sit, staring at a darkened two-story house. The lawn is manicured, and a winding concrete path leads to the front door. At the end of the path, a white door waits, surrounded by brick. A metal plate at eye-height, to the right of the door marks the house as 4359 Sunset Avenue.

	The passenger, a wiry man with a wispy pencil mustache squints, looking at the address, and nods. "Yeah, we're here. Pretty ritzy place."

	Putting on gloves and a balaclava, the driver, a thick-jawed man with a buzz cut and five-o-clock shadow, grunts. "Yeah, yeah, it's nice. Bet it has some good shit, too. You know why the boss wants us to break in?"

	The second man nods. "Some girl. Probably a meta, with all this weird crap going on, recently." Pulling on a matching balaclava and gloves, the passenger steps out of the car. "To be honest, I couldn't care about the situation. We're getting paid a lot, we take the job."

	Chuckling, the driver steps out of the car, shutting the door behind him quietly. "That's good. Wouldn't want ya to go chickenshit on me, now."

	Creeping around the back, the two burglars tread quietly across the lawn, heading to a sliding glass door around back. Hefting a tire iron he brought from the car, the bigger man smashes the window, and reaching inside, unlocks the glass door, sliding it open. 

	Looking to his companion, who raises a handgun and nods, the big man creeps inside, taking the lead.

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	Glass shatters, somewhere. A break in. Nicholas wakes with a start, rolling out of bed quickly. Opening his night-stand's drawer, he pulls a handgun from within. Rushing to his bedroom's door, he opens it slightly, peeking out into the upstairs hallway. 

	Two shadowy figures, one bulky, one lanky. Both headed down the hall, to Abigail's room. [i]They're coming to take her.[/i]

	Nostrils flaring, Nick grimaces with anger. He won't let that happen. 

	Stepping out into the hallway, he creeps behind the men, stepping softly. As they reach the door to his daughter's room, he is upon them. Grabbing the scrawny one, and pulling him into a chokehold, he aims his gun at the bigger man.

	[color=MediumSlateBlue]"Unless you want a bullet between your eyes, drop the weapon, and get on the ground."[/color]

	Turning around slowly, the big man drops the tire iron. Raising his hands in the air, he looks at Nick, glaring. His friend flailing in Nick's grip, he can do nothing but comply, getting on his knees, hands behind his head. 

	[color=MediumSlateBlue]"I'm going to tie you up, and then-"[/color] Any further commands are cut off by the skinny gunman flailing, and hitting Nick in the nose with the back of his head. Grip loosening in surprise, Nick is caught off guard by a sudden elbow to the chin, and lets go of the man, staggering back.  

	Standing straight, he looks up, just in time to see the bigger man charging at him. Hitting Nick with a shoulder check, he lifts him off the ground, throwing him down the stairs. Landing hard at the bottom of the stairs, Nick lies there, dazed. Above, the big man nods to his companion, motioning to Abbie's room. Tromping down the stairs to Nick, he grins evilly, standing above the man, swinging at Nick's ribs with his tire iron.

	Rolling away from the blow, letting it hit his hardwood floor, Nick sweeps a leg at the big man, attempting to knock him down. Connecting, and making the man fall backwards, landing on his back, Nick scrambles over to the big man, punching him in the nose, and places a knee on his throat.

	Flailing at Nick, the big man tries to swing at him, but he simply catches the blow on his forearm, and grabbing his hand, breaks the arm by twisting it further than humanly possible. The big man lets out a gargle that would probably be a scream if not for, well, the knee on his throat. 

	Holding him there for a little bit longer, Nick waits for him to go limp before grabbing his gun from where it landed, and rushes up the stairs. [i][color=MediumSlateBlue]Gotta keep them away from Abbie, can't let them touch her....[/color][/i] 

	Reaching the top of the stairs swiftly, he sees the man opening the door to Abbies' room. Eyes dilating and nostrils widening, he whips up his gun aggressively, and shoots the man twice in the back, once in his right shoulder, and once in his left. 

	Falling into Abigails' room, bleeding, the man started to scream. Rushing to the intruder, Nicholas dragged him to his feet, spinning him around. Grabbing the back of his head, Nick began to smash the man's face into the wall, until he broke through the drywall.

	Panting, Nick turns to look at Abbie, who sits up in her bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Dad? Are- Are there people here?"

	Nodding, Nicholas points to Abbies' closet. [color=MediumSlateBlue]"Get your stuff, sweetie, just like we practiced. We're going to have to leave for a while, okay?"[/color] Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Abbie leaps out of bed, opening her closet, pulling out a large backpack. 

	Pulling the man out of the wall, Nick tosses him down the stairs, making sure he's out of commission. Couldn't be too careful, even with two bullets in the man. Going into his room, Nick changes out of his sweatpants, taking a suit from his closet, and putting it on swiftly. 

	Putting his gun in a shoulder holster, he walks across the hall, into his office. Inside, a large wooden desk sits, surrounded by bookshelves and gun lockers. Opening a drawer, and taking a holster, a gun sling, and a duffel bag out, Nicholas puts the holster around his leg, and opens the gun locker, revealing the multitude of weapons within. 

	Taking a Sig Sauer P229, and putting it in his holster, Nick tosses several boxes of .357 SIG ammo in the duffel. Grabbing the gun sling, he attaches it to a SPAS-12, and slings that around his shoulder. Taking the 12-gauge ammo, and stuffing it in the duffel, Nick zips up the bag, picking it up by its' handle.

	From within another gun locker, he grabs a MP5 (with suppressor,) and enough ammo to make a gun enthusiast cry, and holds it in his free hand, stuffing the clips in his pocket. At the bottom of the locker is a knife wheel, and from it, he pulls a fixed-blade knife, one that is easily concealable. Grabbing a sheath and attaching it to his belt, Nick steps back, re-locking the rest of his weapon lockers. Leaving the room, he grabs his keys, wallet, and phone off his desk, and closes the door behind him. 

	Once out in the hallway, he walks to Abbie's room, and looks inside. She's finished. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he asks, [color=MediumSlateBlue]"Ready?"[/color]

	Nodding, Abbie looks frightened to leave her home behind, but she is resolute. [color=MediumSlateBlue][i]Like her mother.[/i][/color] 

	Stepping past the bleeding and broken burglars, lying on the floor, they leave the house, entering the garage. Inside, a Mach 1 1969 Mustang sits, ready for them, as if anticipating their need. Taking one last look in the house, he shuts the inside door. 

	Getting into the Mustang, and opening the garage door, the Churches drive off into the night, through the streets of Lost Haven. 

	There was a storm coming, and Nicholas was going to weather it, for his daughter.

	It was time for [color=MediumSlateBlue]November[/color] to return.