"Riggs!" Murtaugh yelled as he looked at the front door he was sure his best friend was somewhere behind. "I'm coming buddy." He whispered to himself as he lifted his leg and kicked as hard as he could. The door made a cracking noise but didn't open. With frustration he tried again, this time the door swung open the splinters of the doorway flying through the air.

Gun in hand he walked past the living room looking to the left at the kitchen making sure no one was in it. He stopped right when a familiar scream suddenly happened. "God damn it!" Murtaugh took off down the hall kicking the door open at the end.

Murtaugh's eyes went wide at the scene in front of him. "Put it down now!" He shouted gun aimed right at the mans head.

The young man with little hair to his name and shaggy clothes looked over at Murtaugh his eyes wild, hand shaking. "No!"

Murtaugh looked at Riggs who was sitting slumped over in a chair arms and wrist tightly ziptied to the arm rest. He looked back at the man holding the...wait what was he holding to Rigg's neck?

"Put it down, put down the...tatoo gun? Right now." Murtaugh never thought those words would come out of his mouth but they did, and he could hear his partners breath hitch. Did Riggs just laugh at him?

"Rog...What the hell took you so long!?" Riggs asked his partner, sweat and blood covering his face.

TBC?

Well that didnt turn out the way it was suppose to lol this was suppose to be a torture story. Anyone have any ideas? Tatoo ideas?