Re: House 2
Sean had been here for almost nine months. He'd lived with his dad, internalized the lessons from both Dad and G until he freaked himself out by saying things and doing things he knew where insane and inspired by the two of them. Ever since Troy had arrived and Sean had taken to helping him get adjusted, playing at the club, he'd been sure the things coming out of his mouth were a clear sign he'd been ruined forever.
And then a text came and there was no thinking or whining, he grabbed the guitar case he and John had carefully crafted into a go bag...or case, hiding everything from a spare change of clothes to an assault rifle in the slightly expanded space beneath the instrument, and he was ready to go when Dad and G came to get him -- completely against trained protocol, but Sean wouldn't ever be the one to say anything about that. He was too glad they were all going together.
Watching his dad drop out the window, not knowing what was there waiting for them, was the scariest thing had ever had to do in his life and the reassuring hand on his shoulder, though rare from G, was a welcome reminder he wasn't alone. As he climbed out the window himself, he was just in time to hear Vance say John and Kinney were already out and he couldn't help looking around for his friend while he stood next to his dad.
G climbed out behind him and was clearly about to say something or give a directive, but that was when the first explosion happened, filling the darkened area with a sickening orange light and the acrid scent of smoke and charred wood.