"How did they find us?!" Tara yelled.
The smoke filled the room, blurring my vision and making it harder to breathe properly. I covered my nose quickly and coughed loudly.
We were trapped in the living room, and I was nowhere near my gun. Tara reached for her laptop and opened it.
"Tara, my gun!" I yelled.
The bullets ricocheted around the room and I pounced on Damon, sending us crashing to the ground.
"Down!"
"Who's shooting at us?!" Damon asked, the alarm in his voice evident.
I grabbed a nearby couch and flipped it over quickly, shielding Damon and I. Tara flipped the table and hid.
"Stay down!" I screamed at her.
She opened her laptop, her jaw going slack as she stared at the screen.
"They're everywhere," she said.
"Where are you going?" Damon asked, holding onto me tightly.
I grabbed his face and peered at him. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
I crawled over to where Tara was and peered at the screen. I recognized them immediately.
"Tony."
