Matthew snapped towards the source of the sound, his rifle instinctively raising slightly, the stock pressed into his shoulder but the muzzle still towards the ground.<br/>"Who's there?"<br/>he asked, quietly, but sternly.<br/>"Come out slowly where we can see you."<br/>he commanded, squinting towards the few bushes around the area.<br/>He tossed the plastic shopping bag into the truck and held the rifle a bit tighter.