Sam got out of the car and pulled out his gun. The boat house was there, right were it should have been, but even from the outside, things were wrong. The door was painted yellow and no way that anyone had planted those palm trees overnight.
He walked, scanning all around. "Something is wrong." It was too quiet. There were always people around this area, and now it was empty, the same way areas were empty when they cleared them for an operation.
Sam tensed immediately. He walked back, closer to his partner. He moved his gun, keeping it on his line of sight as he searched for whatever was wrong, but there were too many places were people could hide. "Something is going down, G."
He heard the swoosh from the rifle before he saw the black BDUs. He pushed G out of the way, trying to protect him, before he could check, he was out cold.
When he woke up, he was in an interrogation room. Things might be different, but not that different. The dark room with no windows and the big mirror on one side would only be an interrogation room. At least he wasn't dead. He cleared his head and sat up, breathing easier when he saw G. He crawled to his friend. "G, wake up."