Massimo and Elena looked at each other and quickly got out of the car. Massimo drew his own gun as he stalked to the house's side door. Elena held her breath as she silently followed behind.
Massimo tried the handle—the door was unlocked. He darted inside, keeping his gun raised.
As they entered, Elena could hear the gunfight more clearly. Only a few shots had been fired—it sounded like whoever was involved had switched to more physical blows. Luckily, the fighting seemed to be coming from a room or two over.
The room Elena and Massimo had entered was the kitchen. It was dark and Massimo made no move to turn on any lights. While Elena was focused on listening for the fight, Massimo stalked around the room, looking around for trouble.
"It's clear," Massimo whispered. "But stay low—base
