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The drive was long. The trio, sleeping throughout the drive. Howard, unable to sleep, his attention, more focused on the road. Hoping to make it to where the Old Man is.

Seeing the street, he moves his car there. Feeling the car going slow, the trio wake up. Wondering where they are. Looking out of their window. A poverty filled area. Naked guys walking around the area with their machetes and guns. Causing Amy to become scared. May not be the best idea meeting up with the old man. Howard wasn't able to gain his contact details. Knowing he never uses a phone.

The car, approaching the pavement before parking into the place. They made it. Howard knows where he lives. The trio don't know. Any of the houses could be his.

"Well, I hope you kids slept well. Cause we're here." Looking out of the window once more.

"Does the Old Man live in any of these houses?" Amy asks.

"No. His house... you could say his house contains the special treatment. So I would think he's the odd one out in the streets." Not enough to calm the trio down, making them feel more nervous, more scared over what they're going to face.

The road stops there, a reason why Howard cannot drive further. Somewhere more safer to walk. "You three ready?" He looks at the trio. No words from the trio, all they could do, was nod their heads. Agree to face their danger. Howard doesn't respond too. Immediately accepts their response.

Before heading out, grabbing something out of his car. A pocket knife. Joe, the first person to notice Howard holding it. Suspicious, he wasn't. Just accepting him needing it. The people in the streets are not to be taken Kindly.

Slowly opening the door before raising their bodies away from the car, before closing it. Locking the car with his car key, with everyone now out of the car.

"Now kids, I want you to stay close." No words, Amy grabs onto Danny as he remains near to Howard.

The house isn't far. They walk carefully with caution. The trio, turning their heads around, remaining concentrated, focused. The walk would continue for a few minutes before the four of them, made it to the house. The odd one out.

Amy looking at the house, thinking this isn't the place he lives in. Could be someone else's. "Are you sure this is the house?" Howard looks at her. Assuring her about the place. He has visited his house before. The Old Man would make sure that Howard is safe. He usually brings a weapon to stop the fighting from happening. He has authority over the streets and will punish anyone who try to hurt innocent people.

Before walking to the house...

"Well well well, if this ain't the ugly ol Howard." Three men; one holding a baseball bat, the other holding a machete. The one talking to him, he knows Howard really well. Not bringing anything with him. His words always do the trick for him.

The trio move behind Howard. This guy, really menacing. He doesn't have anything on him. Some of his tools, possibly hidden in his pockets. "Who are those guys? Are they your new kids?" He laughs. His men laugh back over.

"Very funny. Can we just, go inside the house and say hi to Alex?" The three men look at each other.

"Oh, you mean Old Man Alex. Very funny, but Howard, I don't think you'll be able to make it there." Howard chuckles, nervously.

"Why's that?"

The man approaches Howard. Slowly with a small grin on his face. "Because..." Turning his body around before lifting his leg up, connecting it to Howard's groan. Moaning from the pain.

"Because you stole my knife!!" The trio walk to him, caring for him as he moans from the pain, coming from his groan.

Howard laughs off the pain he's feeling. "What knife?"