The security guard pushed open the door and led the three inside, fumbling to turn on the lights.
It was a large warehouse, filled with all sorts of clutter—abandoned tables, chairs, computers... all covered in a thick layer of dust.
Noticing a toolbox, Ivana Bennett crouched down to open it, glanced inside, and grabbed a utility knife.
Just as she straightened up, the two little ones reached over, with Gepard Walker grabbing a small axe and Perry Walker taking a long-handled pipe wrench.
Ivana didn't stop them.
The security guard looked at the three of them, wanting to say something, but then held his tongue.
"Now, you three find a place to hide, and I'll stand guard outside. I'll do my best to keep you safe."
"Wait!" Ivana raised her hand to grab his arm, "May I ask, what is your name?"
"They all call me Hank, if you don't mind addressing me that way, ma'am." The security guard replied, somewhat flattered.
"Then... what about that gentleman earlier?" Ivana asked again.
