Sunlight grazed upon the warehouse's rooftop and shone on George's solemn face. His wrinkled long coat drifted along the cold western breeze, easing the tension from his heart.
A small figure stood beside him, their countenance no better.
"They haven't returned?" George asked.
"No, Georgie," Kurt replied, "Savannah kept watch for three days now. She got no signs of them. Ever."
"Someone must have gotten to them," George clenched his fists. "Did Andrew investigate the warlord?"
"The fortress was busy lately," Kurt responded, "Andrew spotted them moving southwest."
George paused.
"There's only the bank over there," he said after a while, "What made it interesting to him?"
A flash of realization came into him. "Was it the soldiers?!"
Kurt remained silent.
"Get Andrew," George ordered, "Tell him we're going on a short trip."
"What about Clyde and Kimmy?" Kurt looked at George worriedly.
