"For a soldier you cook good."
He laughs a little as he said,"a soldier is good at everything."
"We can't afford to be average while the enemy is above average. Because one's life depends on it. It's not a matter of choice. It's a matter of necessity."
"I see your point."
Musa got his pistol out and asked, "do you know how to use one of these?"
"In real life, no. But in video games, hell yeah."
"This is not a video game. You get shot, you die for real. No second chances."
Suddenly, there's a tremor and the building sort of transforms. A bright light shines from out the where the window now resides. The light soon fades. Musa and the other guy seems shocked and confused. They hear footsteps and Musa picked up his pistol. He drops the pistol and picks up a rifle.
He moves close to the new entrance...
"Please don't shoot. I'm not a zombie or a woodie or anything creepy."
"How did you get in here", Musa quizzed.
"Hmm. Hmm." Davis shook his head in confusion of what sane response to give."
"I appeared here."
Musa pointed his rifle at him now with a stern countenance.
"Don't shoot. Don't shoot!"
"Then start explaining", said Musa.
"My explanation will make no sense to you. I was sent here to help you."
"Who sent you?"
"The Author."
"The author of what? What do you mean the 'author'?"
Musa was visibly losing patience. The other guy stood behind Musa, mute and dumbfounded.
"You better start giving me rational explanations or I'll..."
He fires a warning shot past his ear.
"Okay. I've got an idea."
Davis thought to himself.
"The author sent me here, that means he's listening. So therefore, I can talk to him."
"I'm going to say some things and they are going to happen, but don't shoot me", Davis said.
It was past 9pm. And the night as getting cold.
"Musa, your rifle is gone", Davis said.
Just then, his rifle disappears.
"Shit!" Musa assumes a combat position.
"You are in a handcuff, Musa."
At once, his hands where cuffed and he fell to the ground.
The other guy runs into the house with fear written all over him.
"Who are you?"
"Now you are asking the right questions.
I am Davis. The ghost of time. You are Musa. And I was given the privilege to name the guy that just ran into the house.
He will be called... Hmm... Guy.
If you doubt me call him by this name and see what happens."
"Guy, come out", Musa shouted.
"Are you crazy, said Guy, do you want to get me killed."
"Guy, if you don't come out, I'll tell the author to kill you off", Davis threatened.
"Guy come out. He's not joking."
"He can do it", Musa pleased.
"There you are."
"What's your name", Davis asked with a smirk on his face.
"I'm Guy", he said.
To be continued...
