I pointed my gun, at the man. Even though I knew it was full of blanks, I knew it would be enough to scare them. “Where is she?” It was enough. “I don’t now man!, I’m just the guy that makes sure no one gets through.” “Okay thanks for the help,” I say sarcastically, before knocking him out with my gun.

After realizing no one else was around, I began to catch myself breaking down. “Stop crying… it won’t help.” It does, my thirst for vengeance begins to reform, the tears start to dry up, and the adrenaline begins to pump into my veins. “I will get her back, no matter what.”

Peering at my gun with ‘blanks only’ engraved into the bottom of the handle, I realized what I had to do next.

I began to walk past the now passed-out bodyguard into the dimly lit hallway. “If I were to keep my guns away from a stranger, where would I put them?” I asked myself as I began to think. I walk torwards the nearest door, it’s locked, but by the mold stains corroding the edges of the thin wooden door I made a hypothesis.

I kick down the door revealing a large cabinet slightly cracked open among other smaller cabinets. ‘Only use in emergincees’ a sticky note says on the edge of the slightly cracked cabinet. “Well this is definitely an emergency” I gently whisper as I opened the cabinet the rest of the way.

There are three shelves each housing a dark velvet robe with diverse firearms upon them. The top shelves housing two dual pistols sealed in a mirroring black wrap. On the second row, there was a 3 and a half foot assault rifle with a dark green tint and on the third shelve, there was three very real and very lethal gernades. I begin to house the six items of destructions upon my person. The assault rifle across my back, the gernades clipped to my belt loops, and the pistols in my pockets. It was uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as it was going to be for them.