[ WP ] : Five ragged strangers appear at your door , bringing a letter from an old friend of yours . It contains only two sentences . `` YOU OWE ME . Help them . ''

The grating blurt of three chirps repeated several time before my hand fumbled around and clacked the snooze button on my alarm clock. Groaning in protest as I buried my face into the warm embrace of my pillows before sighing heavily. I grumbled something incoherent whilst my body railed against the decision to get out of my warm cocoon duvet and away from base creature comforts. `` Just another five more minutes'' I convinced myself as sleep slowly began to reassert its grip on me. Thank god for the snooze timer. 
 
 A second grating ring reached my ears and I huffed in irritation. Looking over to the red display on my clock it read something along the lines of ten to nine. Furrowing my brow a second ring jangled my nerves as the realization hit me that my doorbell was calling for me. A colourful curse escaped my lips as I flopped out of bed and hurriedly put on some baggy pajama trousers with my dressing gown, whoever was at the door was just going to have to deal with it. 
 
 I managed to navigate the stairs and shuffled over to the door as a third ring flared my irritation and I grabbed the handle and hauled open the door with a scowl on my face. My scowl became confused as five figures stood in varying states of weariness. The one closest to me, a five foot nothing woman with dark hair, piercing eyes and a strong jaw thrust a note towards my chest and my eyes went from her to the letter and back to her. 
 
 `` Please just....just read it'' she said, her eyes pleading with me and my brain kicked up the gears a few notches in the start-up sequence. Taking the letter in hand I noticed it was scorched in a few spots. Dark blotches of soot and tears signifying the bearers clearly had n't gone through normal channels to deliver it to me. I recognized the handwriting instantly and my blood began to boil as my eyes read what few words there were. 
 
 `` YOU OWE ME. Help them'' it had loosely scrawled on it, signed with a solitary letter `` G''. I crumpled the paper and shut my eyes as I shook my head and raised my eyebrows. `` Yeah'' I said as my other hand rubbed the bridge of my nose as I sighed heavily. `` Yeah just... come in, kitchen's through there. Should be first aid under the sink and a coffee machine next to the toaster''. I said blearily as the woman gave me an odd look. `` Coffee'' I explained `` I need my Coffee. Yeesh you kids have turned like... well this'' I indicated with my hand sweeping across the group. `` Least you can do is make me some Coffee''. I turned away from the group and shuffled back inside, it took them a few confused seconds to realize I wanted them to follow me. I went into the kitchen and leant with my back to my stove, it was n't a big room but there was space enough around the table for them to tend to whatever wounds they may have accrued. As they stumbled in I looked over the group with a speculative eye. They did n't look too old, all around colleague age and clearly avid shoppers of hot-topic with the amalgamation of dark and edgy clothing they were sporting. They just seemed like a couple of gawky guys and girls who were out of their depth it whatever it was they were doing. The woman who I first spoke to had something different about her though, she must have been the oldest or at least the leader of the small band. Her eyes met mine as she took a seat and an uncomfortable creeping sensation spread across the back of my neck. No sooner had they retrieved the medical kit and sat down, having clearly forgotten to put the coffee on, I opened my mouth. 
 
 `` So what's the deal with you and this'G'?'' I asked without preamble. `` How did you meet them and what did you to do make them send you here? ``, I gave them a pointed look. The group shared a few sheepish looks with one another hoping that they would n't be forced to be the one to explain themselves to a total stranger. The dark haired girl spoke up. 
 
 `` We were-'' She started in a measured tone, clearly trying to do preemptive damage control `` -up to a few things last night and He believes we may have uh... pissed off the wrong group''. I scowled and took a mental note of the gender of'G'. A guy this time then. I remained silent and frowned as my lips tightened into a line. I was n't happy with the vagueness of the explanation and made that pointedly clear with the half-lidded glare I gave her. Her eyes flared in defiance and she changed her posture to a more defensive stance. `` Look it was n't that bad! We just tried a few dumb things and came out with more than we expected is all''. I balled one hand and shut my eyes tight as I rubbed the bridge of my nose for a second time in five minutes, a new record by my count. 
 
 `` Alright look. Gabriel does n't just call in a favor like this and I want to help you. I'm not going to be able to if you are n't straight with me. If you've done some dumb shit then fine, whatever. We all have at some point but you must've really pissed off someone down there'' I pointed downwards to the floor. `` To warrant getting a letter from Gabriel and coming to me''. The group sat in stunned silence just as I heard my porch door slide open and I rolled my eyes and pushed off the stove and made a move towards the front door. The girls eyes widening in surprise and something else; Fear. This was n't good. 
 
 I opened the front door before a well dressed man in a pin-stripe suit could press the doorbell. A well cut head of hear, clean shaven and immaculate complexion complemented dark eyes as they looked me over and a slight curl of the lip indicated he was mildly disgusted at my pyjama trousers and fluffy dressing gown. 
 
 `` Mr Smith. I believe that you may be harboring a known group of troublemakers and I would really very much appreciate it if I could perhaps take them off your hands'' he said with a distinctly British accent. I sighed and my decaffeinated brain complained at the lack of sustenance.
