Nikki has been riding up and down these dark empty streets for hours now. “*Dumb ass got me on a wild goose chase*” 

She spots something in the distance. “*Well, that doesn’t look right*.”  She parks her bike and heads over to what appears to be a junk yard for old busses and RVs. But one has a light on.  Bet this guy is holding up in there, she thinks to herself. She draws her pistol and heads into the yard. Call for backup, her mind tells her. But Nikki is stubborn and heads over anyway. She crouches behind a sad old bus and watches the RV with the light on. “*Guess this is the right place*” She checks her gun. And waits. 

Suddenly a man is next to her she looks over at him 

“*Hey, Sam. Fancy seeing you here*” 

“*Saw your bike, figured you could use a hand.  Or an extra gun.*”   
“*Thought you retired?*” 

Sam chuckles, “*yeah something like that*” 

“*Ok, let’s do this*,” Nikki gets up and they both walk up to the door of the RV trailer. She bangs on the door. 

“*Open up! Police! I know you’re in there, Randy. And I know have Chris”*

Sam shakes his head, “*I’m going around back*” 

“*Let’s not make this any more complicated than it needs to be, Randy!*” 

Then the gunfire started.

“*Jesus, not even a conversation!*” She bitches as she kicks in the door. 