Right Hand On My Heart

The Answer

All three of them stand there staring each other down for what feels like an eternity. The man Rob has his gun trained on has his hands in the air and is gaping at Rob in awe, like a deer about to be shot by a hunter. Dave's blood is pounding in his ears at the rush of adrenaline, having been thoroughly caught off guard by Rob drawing a gun, that he can quite hear what the other man is saying. His lips are moving, but Dave's ears register no sound.

"What?" Dave calls out in confusion.

"I said, who the hell are you?" The man repeats, raising his voice. It comes out sounding offended and snippy, drenched in an accent Dave can't quite decipher.

"Who the hell are you?" Dave fires back, flailing about with his arms in an exasperated show of hysteria.

"I asked you first!" says the man, standing his ground when Dave barks at him.

"Yeah? Well we have a gun dipshit," Rob points out, drawing the man's attention over towards the sleek black piece Rob grips tightly in his hands.

He seems to take notice of this, staring intently at the gun that's pointed at him. Rob doesn't quite aim it at the guy's head, but he does have it locked onto his left shoulder. Rob doesn't intend on going for a killshot, but he will incapacitate the guy if he has to. The man keeps his hands up as the situation finally sinks in. Dave can tell in the man's eyes that he knows he doesn't have any choice but to comply. Two strange men barge in on him sneaking around Jason's house and draw a gun on him and his first instinct is to surrender, which means he isn't armed. At least that's what Dave is hoping. This can escalate at any second, so Dave is relieved when the guy sighs in defeat and relents his tough stance.

"Kiko. My name is Kiko," he answers, looking back over towards Dave.

"I'm Dave," he greets back, panting slightly from holding his breath. He hooks a thumb over at the other guy. "This is Rob. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Wait... Dave Mustaine?" Kiko asks curiously, taking a step forward.

"Back up," Rob warns.

Rob holds the gun steadfast, unwavering from the spot he's decided to plant himself. He reinforces his point by jerking his gun at the stranger who, in turn, raises his hands even higher. Kiko takes a step back.

"I'm not armed!" Kiko assures with a roll of his eyes.

"How do you know my name?" Dave interrupts, moving closer towards Kiko.

"Jason," he states plainly.

This makes Dave's face go completely lax and he reaches out towards Rob to grab the barrel of his gun. Rob gives him a skeptical look as if he's trying to ask Dave what the hell he's doing, but it goes unnoticed by the ginger. Dave walks forward a little, getting closer to the man named Kiko, prompting Rob to lower his gun slowly. Rob remains cautious even as Kiko takes this as a sign for him to relax his arms as well. Dave is a few feet away from Kiko when he finally stops and crosses his arms over his chest.

"You're looking for him too, aren't you?" Kiko surmises, nodding his head at Dave.

"How do you know that?"

"Because you're here," Kiko replies, pointing out the obvious.

"Fair enough, but you didn't answer my other question. How do you know me?" Dave reiterates.

"I know you're Jason's boss and that you two have dated in the past," Kiko divulges, holding eye contact with Dave the whole time. "I know about his addiction and his debt. I know about his little friends Junior and Kirk..."