clang

the sound resonated throughout the warehouse, silence afterward. Alejandro had been scouting out the area for any threats when he heard the noise. Stopping dead in his tracks, he raised his gun and walked slowly over to where the noise came from. He could hear movement.

“Put your hands up!”

as he rounded the corner, gun raised, he faltered. You were a child. A young one at that, teary eyed and dirty with grime, seemingly trying to put whatever you broke back.