“What was that?” the shorter one muttered. They moved toward the crates. Daniel barely had time to brace himself before rough hands yanked him up. The shorter man sneered. “You think you can just walk in here?” His partner pulled a knife. The taller man’s knife gleamed under the dim barn light. Daniel’s chest tightened—this was it.
He had no way out. His muscles tensed, scared for what was to come. Then, a sudden explosion of red and blue light flooded through the cracks in the barn walls. A voice boomed from outside. “This is the police! Drop your weapons and step out with your hands up!” Both men froze.