A blue light appears about eight feet up in the living room of the Hargreeves estate.
Oscar falls flailing and with a shout, his back slamming directly onto the back of the couch, which he promptly falls behind, the handle of a broken suitcase plopping unceremoniously to the rug at the front of the couch.
Scrambling to his feet, Oscar lifts his shotgun at the three people in front of him, two of which he recognizes as former targets - @two-diegohargreeves and @three-allisonhargreeves. The other ( @six-benhargreeves ) is unfamiliar.
Thinking on his feet, Oscar drops the shotgun to his side, holding his hands up in surrender. He wasn’t going to be able to shoot his way out of this one.
“Sorry for, uh… ‘dropping in’. I can leave… We are friends now, right? No bad feelings…” He offers a little smile, taking a few steps backward and toward the door.