It's a way too familiar noise that suddenly woke up Colt.

A noise he had already heard, and didn't belong here.

A bang.

A blast.

A gunshot.

But it wasn't an ordinary gunshot , no ! It was coming from a shotgun.

Worst. The shoot seemed to be close, way too close from Colt's street.

He kept still in his bed. Tense, on the lookout. Who fired their weapon ? Who were they aiming at ? ?

As if to answer the red haired man's questions, two cars launched at full speed came from the place from which the shot came.

A horrible screech of tires echoed down the next street, followed by a second one.

A car chase ? Colt wondered as he stood up.

When he leaned his forehead against his bedroom window, he saw the neighboring panes light up.

The authors of this noise were definitely not trying to be unnoticeable.

Headlights turned around the corner. Colt saw two cars appear.

There was another shot just as the first car passed under the apprentice cop's window.

Finally the cars disappeared in the nearby streets.

Well, that's what Colt believed, because at the very last moment, the sickening screeching of tires on the asphalt sounded, quickly followed by the horrible sound of crumpled sheet metal.

The first car had badly negotiated its turn.

Shortly after Colt saw a reddish light coming from the place where the crash happened.

The car had caught fire ?! But, the driver !

The redhead saw his neighbor's silhouettes starting to move. All of them had rushed toward their phones.

Call for help, the cops, take pictures and post it.

It wasn't really mathering...

No need to charge the firefighters any more or to call his colleagues.
However, when he wanted to go back to bed, he seemed to hear some kind of clash.

The shouting must have been monumental because he was able to hear it from here...

Shortly after, the non damaged car set off as quickly as it came.

Colt had the unpleasant feeling that it was the Golden Arm gang.

"I'm not going back to sleep that soon..."

It was after returning to his bed, tossing and turning a few million times while trying to fall asleep that Colt finally went down to the kitchen to prepare a herbal tea, hoping that it would put him to sleep.

He was in front of his kettle, patiently waiting for the water to heat up.

Then, a mug and an infusion bag later, he was in the armchair of his living room that he loved so much, dozing a little, the empty cup in his hands.

Suddenly Kit rushed in through the cat flap in the back door.

Colt didn't really pay attention to it.

But he figured that something was wrong when Kit was still standing in front of that door, hissing.

"Well Kit ? What's happening ? Scared of a big mouse or something ?"

But the black cat was still spitting toward the door.

Colt sat up in his seat, he seemed to hear something too now.

"Is someone there ?"

Only silence answered.

Colt got up and walked on tiptoe towards the door.

Arriving 6 feet from the rear entrance, heavy blows began to rain on the poor door.

The redhead recoiled in haste and horror.

The brave door did not resist the fatal blow and yielded, Colt ran back to his living room but he was so panicked that he caught his feet in the carpet and fell.

When Colt opened his eyes, he was on his butt.

But that was not the most important.

Right under his nose was a large metal tube.

A gun barrel.

A shotgun.

And a female voice rose.

"Don't flinch nor call the cops and let me in. And only then would I possibly take into account not busting your brain cells all around the wall, redhead. Tú entiendes ?