Logan doesn't wait

There was only so much a man could take, and Logan Cale had reached his breaking point. No matter what Max had told him he couldn't sit idly by not knowing what was going on inside that house.

Logan looked warily across the street at the large home Max had entered just a few minutes ago. "Fuck it," he muttered reaching over to the car's glove compartment and pulling out a small pistol.

The car door shut quietly behind him he stalked his way across the wet street. Staying low to the ground he sprinted towards the house hoping he had gone unseen. Luckily the gate and front door both were unlocked. For a moment Logan wondered if the home's owner wasn't expecting more guests but quickly pushed those thoughts aside for the more pressing matter, finding and getting Max out of here.

The house was vast, larger than he had ever expected from what could be seen from the outside. Logan stood there for a moment unsure where to start, and then he heard it, a soft groan, followed by sound of movement emanating from behind one of the doors.

Gun drawn and safety off Logan cautiously pushed open the door.