I slowly start to turn around, but the person behind me says "No, stop that. Get on your knees, hands behind your head."
"You're not a crazy, why are you holding me up? We're on the same side."
"Shut up!"
"Afraid of your own answer?"
*click, click click click*
I turn around quickly to see a man in a ski mask with an old beat up rifle hastily trying to reload his gun. I grab hold of the barrel and push it down with one hand, while grabbing my knife and putting it to his throat.
"Now, why you trying to rob some poor old man?"
The man tries to lunge away to a 2 by 4 a few feet away, but he doesn't make it. I slash at his back and he falls to the floor. He tries to drag his way to the 2 by 4, but I hit him in the back of the head with the handle of my knife.
"That ought to keep you quiet for an hour or so."
I grab the rifle, load in a couple of rounds the man dropped (not .22s to my disappointment), and go outside to retrieve the man in the back of the car.