Gumshoe was lying in prickly bushes. He’d been shot in the side but he was alive and he wasn’t bleeding too much. He wasn’t sure if it didn’t hurt, or if he was just too delirious to tell. Either way, he could barely move. He pressed the bumon on his transmitter

M-monkey? Front door. Defended. Dont go near the front door. Go around. It, I cant move. Calavera is down. Dun-dunno about Eastman… and Marsh. They- think they ran away. Or something. I

He heard breathing.

Sh-****. He’s… front door is open. The front door is open. It’s… you? But why… would you…

Another gunshot and the transmitter goes silent.