The guards entered the party, a pool of kids sweating, throwing up, hanging out, drinking mysterious punch and currently dancing along to Bodak Yellow. 

They searched for a boy for minutes, until they finally found him. The leader tapped the boy on the shoulder. He turned around and followed them outside.

"We brought news for you, Mr. Reynolds," the leader told him.

"Did you get them?" Reynolds asked, eyes wild.

"We- shot two of them. the rest ran away."

Reynolds grabbed the leader by the collar. "Why are you always so irresponsible? You have one fucking job, and you do it wrong!" 

"They were clever and used the doors that never gets used." The leader refuted.

"Whatever. Who did you kill?"

"The boy with curly hair and freckles and the girl with the blue dress."

"Hm." was Reynolds' simple reply. Not that bad. They were way too whiney, anyway. "Contact my father. They will become fugitives in no time." Reynolds paused. "Find them. I don't want them to make it out of all of this alive. Not one of them."

The leader took off his mask. "My name is George Frederick King. I will not allow any one of them to escape. Not on my watch." 

I know this chapter is short, but more drama is yet to come!