Jakes Dream Come TrueChapter 29
We crouched behind a large bush, about thirty yards from the house. Dressed all in black with the ski masks and helmets, it was hard to see each other. Kirsten was checking the house and we waited for her report. With the radios, we didn't have to risk her being spotted returning to our hide. "Okay guys," her whispered voice came over my headset, "one target in the living room, to the right off the front hall, he's watching TV and wearing a God awful shirt. I don't know how many are...