Wte space task Mad Monday

I watch him make his way down the eerily quiet passage, his rubber sneakers making minuscule squeaks as he goes. “Hello” he says. Nothing. he continues further into the ship, still nothing. Suddenly a high pitch noise screeches our ears, we both flinch and immediately he is reduced to his knees. I watch as he begins to feel light headed, and I gasped as he flops face-first on the ground. While three men in black suits walk towards him he lies on the floor unconscious. “The boss will be happy with this one” one of the guards say. the three men are all in their 40s, wearing black sunglasses, black shoes, and each have a pistol in their hand They hoist the young boy on to their big broward shoulders and walk away, part of me wants to run after him yelling his name, for him to come back, but the other half knows it’s not safe. A lump forms in my throat and I begin to sob knowing this is the last time I will ever see my brother.