"Shut up, bitch." He bellows, cocking the gun back. It certainly was real. "You and the girl, get inside now!" He barks, waving the gun in her face before pointing to the door from which he had come out of. "You play nice, and we just might not kill you, your husband, and your daughter." The man in the ski mask said, reaching out with his free hand to roughly grab her shoulder and push her towards the door. He glanced over his shoulder but knew that there would be no other cars in the area for a long, long time.