Marco glanced at his vibrating cell phone, signaling an incoming call from Ramon, then told Ian and the other two to get ready.
The other two pulled out their rifles and quickly got down from the van, heading to their positions, to act as snipers and scouts, in case anyone else came back to the house, because as far as they could see, there were only three people there, including the man smoking on the front porch.
"You've used weapons, haven't you?" Marco asked, and handed Ian a handgun. "Just in case."
"I brought my own weapon," Ian said, showing him the knife he had taken from the hospital. "I'm not very good at this." Ian waved the gun Marco had given him.
"It doesn't matter if you're not proficient, as long as you can use it, that's enough." Marco shrugged nonchalantly, then added, "There's only one rule you must obey."
"Hmm?" Ian then put the weapon in his jacket pocket and prepared to get out of the van. "What?"
