The house is under attack. The family run diving through doors, back inside to offer defense. Barricades: I pile wooden round-backed chairs before one entrance: it won't stop them but it'll slow them down. Shots ricochet from across the street. No muzzle flashes, can't see their origin. Must be from the offices and fruit stands somewhere. I'm frustrated, I'm being protected instead of allowed to fight. I know how to help. I can sneak across the street, find the enemy hiding places, kill them from behind without them knowing I'm there.