Six police cars screeched a halt outside Showbiz Pizza. The lights flashing in the windows weren’t noticed at first by anyone except Julian. “oh no!” he whispered.
“Devon, get up, we’re leaving, NOW !” He quietly urged.
“Why?” She looked alarmed, recognizing the danger.

“WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED ! JULIAN REEVE COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP !” was barely heard above the screeching kids and ringing bells of a winner. But the whole place soon went silent and the guests and employees looked at each other.

Julian and Devon froze. “Stay close beside me. We have to tell them that I’m not the bad guy,” he whispered to her. She nodded, eyes wide at the dancing lights in the glass plated double doors.

Silently, Julian and Devon walked slowly to the doors. The guests gasped, and mothers grabbed their children and hid behind games and tables.

They stopped behind the glass. Devon’s eyes went wide at the number of guns pointed at them. Julian pressed his palms to the glass.

“Mom! Dad!” Devon yelled in surprise.