[ WP ] You are watching t.v in your room when you hear gun shots outside your bedroom

Damn. 
 I thought as I felt more than saw the window on my left shatter. The pairs of bullets buried themselves into my tv, forever silencing the antics of Curly, Moe and Larry. I rolled off my bed and hugged the ground, searching for my case under the bed somewhere. 
 
 `` Come out and we wo n't'urt ya too badly!'' A man's voice with a thick British accent yelled, breaking the relative quiet after the bullets left his barrel. I heard him approach, the gravel crunothing under his feet. I knew that he was here to end me. He must of found out about my safehouse. My hands finally gripped the case I was looking for as my prize was pulled from underneath the bed. I opened the case gingerly took out the old piece of Russian steel. My makarov gleamed as I checked the sound suppressor was in place before returning his fire. 
 
 Three loud thumps responded the man's original staccato shots. The suppressor doing it's job of keeping my gun to a dull roar. The man slumped and fell to the ground. `` Bastard...'' was the last word the man said as he died on my driveway. I checked myself for injuries as I pulled out a cellphone and in a thick Russia accent exclaimed, `` It is no longer safe. I must get to new location.'' 
 `` We will pick you up and make sure you stay safe.'' Responded the assistant's voice as I waited for my ride.
