The Boy “Gunner, I’ve found him.” Could it be true? Could it really be him? I almost couldn’t believe my eyes at the sight of Lance. My little boy didn’t look like himself anymore, he looked like a different person. As I looked at the monitor, I was still in disbelief that we’d found my son after three long years without him. He’s sleeping in an abandoned looking house in the shot Booker captured. He almost looks serene, as if nothing was wrong. Although, he doesn’t look the same. I didn’t know if his kidnapper changed his appearance, or if he’d simply grown out of his most favorable characteristics. All I knew is I had to find a way to get my son back. “I’m on my way back. When I arrive, we begin planning to get Lance out of this house.
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These could be the most vicious people you’ll ever meet.” “Alright, what’s the plan?” Lance was in the basement, and the only way to get there from outside the house was through tiny windows. There was no way either of us could possibly fit through a window that size. There was no other option other than to go into the house. So we began looking at the layout of the house and took in consideration where everything was located and how we’d approach getting Lance. Booker started planning and drawing a map with labeled locations on where to go, and where would be risky places to be. Before we knew it, we had our plan. I didn’t know what was going to happen the night I set out to get Lance. Someone would think I should’ve been nervous breaking into a kidnapper’s home, but I was only focused on getting my son. He was my only thought as we arrived at the abandoned house. “I’ll take the lead, and you watch my back. Alright?” “Alright.” We approached the side door of the house. It didn’t look as if it had been used in decades. We had to cut several vines and leaves off of the door to get to the handle. Once the door was clear, Booker twisted the knob as discreetly as possible. The door opened, making a slight creaking noise the more we opened it. We opened it enough for us to squeeze in, and then the plan really began to take
These could be the most vicious people you’ll ever meet.” “Alright, what’s the plan?” Lance was in the basement, and the only way to get there from outside the house was through tiny windows. There was no way either of us could possibly fit through a window that size. There was no other option other than to go into the house. So we began looking at the layout of the house and took in consideration where everything was located and how we’d approach getting Lance. Booker started planning and drawing a map with labeled locations on where to go, and where would be risky places to be. Before we knew it, we had our plan. I didn’t know what was going to happen the night I set out to get Lance. Someone would think I should’ve been nervous breaking into a kidnapper’s home, but I was only focused on getting my son. He was my only thought as we arrived at the abandoned house. “I’ll take the lead, and you watch my back. Alright?” “Alright.” We approached the side door of the house. It didn’t look as if it had been used in decades. We had to cut several vines and leaves off of the door to get to the handle. Once the door was clear, Booker twisted the knob as discreetly as possible. The door opened, making a slight creaking noise the more we opened it. We opened it enough for us to squeeze in, and then the plan really began to take