Ezekiel
Baba was quick to place his cup down and rushed to what looked like a Murphy door. He pulled out two automatic 9mm handguns and grabbed four magazines which he quickly shoved into his pockets.
I pushed the heaviest server I could find to the front door blocking it as we heard car doors open and close.
"We need to go upstairs," I told him as he switched off the downstairs light.
"Easy way to limit their movement," he agreed before we both as quietly as possible made the ascend.
"Lock yourself in the main bedroom," I whispered. "They want you, not me."
He quirked his left eyebrow and gave me a condescending look. "Four guns are better than two and there's no way I'm leaving you. I'm not that old that I can't defend myself."
"Baba," I warned. "This isn't up to debate."
"You must have forgotten your manners since you think you're a man now," he glared. "I'm not leaving you alone."
