Ronald, his parents, and the Duke's assistant hurried through the submarine's halls when a deafening explosion sent them to their knees. Ronald scrambled to his feet; the blinking siren lights and strident alarm adding to the confusing scene in the smoky hallway. In a haze, he saw his dad, his head bleeding, trying to help his screaming and crying mother stand.
"I have to get you to safety no matter what!" shouted the Duke's assistant, shaking Ronald by the arm. Several men dressed in black and armed to the teeth escorted them fast through the submarine. Another explosion blew up behind them, and Ronald could hear more shots being fired. One of the brutes escorting them was dragging Ronald around by his arm, his grip bruising and hurting. Oh my God! How did we end up here?! Ronald's thoughts were a blurry panic; his mom's screams as she was carried by his father chilled his blood. They reached a storeroom were a full-scale battle was unfolding. The Duke was there, directing his men positioned in different parts of the storeroom.
"Follow me!" he shouted.
They ran through a door that had just opened. Another explosion rocked them, and something warm and liquid blinded Ronald. He touched his face and saw horrified his blood-covered fingers. The Duke handed Ronald's dad a gun and told him to shoot anything that came through the door. He turned and started typing on a keyboard to unlock another compartment.