"Phil, I heard something out there." Sean hissed quietly to Phil's sleeping form curled up in the sleeping bag.
"Wha?" Phil mumbles sleepily as he sat up, eyeing Sean with a tired expression.
"Dan get up, Sean says he heard something." Phil told Dan as he crawled out of his sleeping bag, lightly nudging Dan's feet with his own.
"Shut up and let me sleep." Dan growled groggily as he covered his head with his arm.
"I'll scout it out, you guys stay here as backup. If it's safe, I'll let you guys know." Sean assured Phil.
The dark haired Brit nodded before Sean cracked the freezer door open, looking through for signs of danger.
There was no sound except the trio's soft breathing, the outside room appearing empty.
"Here goes nothing." Sean muttered to himself as he crept out, ready to face whatever threat that was possibly waiting for him.
What he wasn't prepared to see was Mark standing outside the glass door with a torch in hand.
The American motioned for Sean to come outside, his door tapping with impatience.
Sean turned to alert Dan and Phil, but froze when he saw Mark shake his head and hold the torch dangerously close to the gas station.
The Irishman strode outside alone, refusing to show any fear as he faced the man that had tried and failed to kill him.
"How did you find me?" Sean demanded fiercely.
"You leave a trail of chaos in your wake. Have you not noticed?" Mark laughed mirthlessly.
"So, long time no see. How's the wound?" Mark greeted Sean with a smirk.
"What do you want?" Sean snarled defensively, ignoring Mark's comment as he instinctively wrapped an arm around his stomach.
"You. Or more specifically, what your gang has that I want." Mark explained as he sauntered closer.
"You see, I don't take kindly to traitors in my gang." Mark remarked as he watched the flames dance on the stick he was holding.
"I don't know-"
"Don't lie to me!" Mark interrupted with a roar of rage before regaining his composure.
"I'll make this easy for you. Come with me, or I set this place on fire and leave you to die as well. No one can survive a bullet to the head." Mark stated coldly.
"What is it that you want that I have? Money? Resources?" Sean questioned with a confused frown.
"One of your so called "friends" rightfully belongs in my gang, and they deserve to pay for deserting." Mark answered in a terse tone.
"Who?" Sean countered, unable to keep the skepticism from his voice.
"Doesn't matter. Now make your choice." Mark pressed as he gripped the torch tighter.
Should Sean go with Mark?
Refuse?
Or
Refuse and try to stop Mark?
