Maverick

Maverick waits quietly, his whole body tense as voices draw closer and closer. One of the voices lets out a laugh followed by a gunshot. The voices chuckle and footsteps draw near. All of the sudden, there was yelling. Voices became silent. There were a few gunshots, a few thuds, then silence. Standing over 3 unconscious men with pistols stood the panting Maverick. He whips around, hearing a quiet gasp, his eyes meeting yours. Who’s there? Come out. Now.