"This the good doctor's house?" Ozzy said as they came to a driveway that rolled up to a ranch style house. The edifice looked fairly new and out of place with it's surroundings.
"Yes, it is," Adem answered.
"And we're still being followed?"
"The green car at the end of the block." The two began walking up the driveway. "I would have suspected anyone affiliated with Dr. Mueller would have made their move by now."
"Unless they're someone Mueller pissed off. In which case they're using us to track him down."
"Interesting scenario. Does that happen often?"
"Hey, I'm the expert on the wrong crowd doing crazy shit."
"Like chaining someone up and dumping them in the sewers?"
"Let's just drop it at that."
They reached the door. Adem tired to turn the knob to no effect. "Locked." He looked down the street. "And our friends seem to be gone as well."
"Good, then they won't see me doing this." Ozzy backed up a few feet. He took off running towards the door and slammed into it with all his might. The door proved to be thicker and of higher quality wood than he had originally thought. The wood splintered and exploded inwards just as he had imagined it; but his momentum had been totally lost upon impact. He stood motionless only long enough for his brain to begin to understand what was about to happen when gravity took over. The boxer fell to the floor with a mighty *thud*.
"Yes," Adem said as he stepped over his friend and into the room. He helped Ozzy back to his feet. "I would imagine that would have been quite and embarrassment had they seen that. We had better move quickly. If Mueller is in fact still here, he now knows of our arrival."
They make their way into the home. As they round a corner into another hallway, a green Audi pulls into the drive and stops in front of the once front door. Two men step out.
