During the night both Maxwell and Max  slept undisturbed or unbothered,but just out of eyesight sitting on his motorcycle  Steven sat watching and waiting until the right moment he new he could strike,he would strike hard and fast at Max and the boy motorcycles are fast almost faster then cars were and he carried guns which were a must to any gang .and being twenty one Steveb felt he could take on the older Max.,at headquarters theSargent and Sanchez were locking everything down and getting ready too call it a night,suddenly as the Sargent was about to locked the front door a woman with torn clothes came barreling in knocking down the Sargent,Sanchez grabbed her as the Sargent got to his feet both men look at the woman who had to be in her late fifties but was terrufued,'Those bastards did it,'she told Sanchez shaking her head,' I still can't believe hes dead.' Who's dead?' asked the Sargent. She started crying,' Max and the child,explosion big, saw motorcycles in front of the house but was to scared to help.Poor Max my neighbor for the last ten years,dead.' to be continued