"Wow, you keep surprising me as time goes on. As expected of a DeLoach," the man chuckled.
"What...do I have to do?" Ethan questioned impatiently, in no mood for the man's subtle taunts.
"Hmmm, what's the best you can do, Young Master Ethan?"
"Anything..." As he talked, Ethan's eyes searched the hall as he tried to see where the exit door was.
"Cool! Where's your backpack, Ethan? Bring out the gun in the smallest section," the unknown man instructed.
Ethan paused and looked up abruptly. Was it the hunger that was making him hear things? Or did he really just hear that there was a gun in his backpack?
"Be fast with it unless you want me to leave!" the man threatened, making Ethan realize that he had heard well after all.
"There's no gun in my backpack. I packed it myself," he stated, without moving from the spot where he was standing.
