Not knowing how to react, the guys just looked around at each other, and then gawked at the dead one on the floor. No one knew what to do. The musician tried to get up and run away, mumbling something about his fiancee, and the men shot him too. Coming to terms with the fact that they would all die, they just sat still and quiet. Silent tears streaming down their faces, they prayed silent prayers under their breath, and spoke the names of their loved ones to the universe. There were three more gun shots before any more movement occured in the house. Satisfied with their revenge, the men searched the rest of the house. They went through every room, every drawer, every nook and cranny, but discovered no money. Just a few trash bags full of some old clothes. “Well, I guess we will need to keep looking for the men who took our money. Were there any more leads?” And with that, they took the back alley out of the house and never looked back. Bloody and full of death, the house held the memories of these great guys.