I pulled into the garage and around back, then motioned for James to jump out and flip the switch to the basement door. He scrambled out and ran to the switch and threw it...

Nothing happened.

He tried it over and over again, but still the door didn't open. He came back over to the truck just as the men pulled in, forming a semi-circle around the Chevy I was driving. I stared at them, then back at Scott, who's eyes were as big as the headlights on the Jeep which had pulled infront of us. I started to get out of the truck, but then I glanced over at James, who was shaking his head at me. "Stay in the truck." he snapped. I closed the door and stared infront of me, terrified. I saw Fire get out of the Jeep, his hand wrapped around some sort of hand gun. James winked at me and walked towards him, his hand in his back pocket, where there was a smaller handgun hidden. Dakota and Scott leaned forward, close enough to send small puffs of air onto the windshield to fog it up. I glared back at them. "Either stop breathing on the windshield or stop breathing period." I whispered. Dakota smiled wickedly. "Okay but if I die of suffocation I'm blaming you." he said. Scott started to say something, but he was cut off by a loud gunshot and the sound of a thud. I turned around quickly and saw Fire laying on the ground, surrounded by his guys. James threw his smaller handgun at his body and walked back to the truck after yelling something at the other guys. Whatever he had yelled at them, it made them scared enough to leave, and they filed out of the garage parking lot with Fire in one of the larger trucks. James came over to the driver's side window and motioned for me to move over. As he opened the door, I saw his face, marked with something I read as confusion. "Let's get you home." he whispered. Dakota and Scott leaned forwards again. "What did you say to them to get them to leave?" they asked simultaneously. James shifted into first and stepped lightly on the gas. "I don't want to discuss it right now." he said. Dakota started to ask again, but James slammed on the brakes and whipped around to look at him. "I said not now." he growled. Dakota leaned back in his seat, followed by Scott, who had stopped bleeding. I stared at James and reached over to grab his hand, but he drew it away from me quickly. "Not now." he whispered, flipping the switch to the radio. I let the music cloud my mind as we moved back to Greenfield, none of us shaken but everyone confused.