"Whooohooooo!"
An excited shout cut through the open air like a whip.
The loud yell came from a distant building just behind the shooting range. The door to the room suddenly burst open as a woman in a blue T-shirt and jeans came sprinting out, full speed, barefoot and beaming.
"Emma! Don't run!" a boy yelled behind her Tom, her younger brother chasing after her with panic on his face.
He shot a terrified look toward Williams, who stood further ahead, arms crossed, already glaring death into his soul.
"TOMMMMM!" Williams barked so loud even the birds took flight. "I told you NOT to let her out! You can't even do ONE thing right?!"
Tom looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.
Meanwhile, Garry had spotted her Emma. Running straight toward him.
His chest seized up.
"Emma…?" he mumbled, voice almost cracking.
She was real. She was here.
His eyes widened, and like something out of a corny film, he spread his arms wide, eyes shimmering with emotion.
