
I wondered why Parker brought his Nightfinder with him to drop off Lulu at mom's house... Of course I didn't think much of it till we pulled in the driveway. Suddenly the lack of lights in the house and him shouting "your guns are on the table" as he ducked inside gave away instantly the fact it was an ambush. Entering the pitch black house I had just enough time to scoop my mavericks up from the table and cock both as the first dart whistled by my ear.The next 3 minutes were a blurr of giggles and darts, most of which found there way to the most sensitive parts of my body. I unloaded all 12 rounds and emptied both guns without a single headshot [headshots win in my house]. Lights on to find darts, reload and regroup for round two. Guns at the ready I dive into the kitchen, patented sock slide across the floor into the dining room. I spin, crosshairs pegged into teach the doorway to the kitchen and through the archway into the dining room. I'm sure I fired on both of them but it didnt matter cause the last thing I felt was the barrel of Parkers gun as it connected with my forehead...

Ok, so it doesn't look SO bad in the pic, but trust me it hurt like a bitch and it bled even worse. My sister just came home and her and Brad each got a Nightfinder. I'm thinkin 2 in 2 out breach the house and let the darts fall where they may...
