He reloaded his gun and casually walked in the direction of the warehouse. The wind kicked up and blew the figures trench coat, exposing him. The man ...as dressed in a mesh shirt and cargo pants, with boots made of iron. Magazine and storage units had shotgun bullets stationed in each holder. He wore a badge that had written ‘SOP Colonel Samael Mort’, somewhat faded by time. A grin spread across his face like the scar on his right cheek. He made it to the warehouse doors and, as if by. As was his friend. The next was size of the house. It was very spacious, and I was shown into a large downstairs room which would probably have served as the diner, had there been any table and chairs. A large double matress on the floor and a considerable array of photographic lighting gear had been substituted - and I guessed that the house was currently not lived in. The next thing that I had not anticipated was the presence of a second bloke who was clearly the photographer. They put me at. The place is a hotel with a little timeshare section added on, the whole place brand new, still under construction really, and almost deserted in the winter mid-week off season.So I go down to check out the laundry setup? the room is down a floor at the end of the hallway, and I need to check the setup, as skiing uses up a lot of laundry. I go into the room and see a respectable row of machines for such a small place, and a woman pouring detergent into one.Now, this is the first person I’ve. ’ Shouted Ms.Smith as if everyone wasn’t seated already. ‘Hey can you hand me that ass over there?’ Nate asked with a smile on his face. Ruby swiveled her neck so fast it was a miracle she didn’t break it. ‘What. Did. You. Just. Say?’ Demanded Ruby. ‘I said can you hand me that pass?’ Nate asked again looking confused. ‘Oh my bad, for second there I thought you said something…else.’ The rest of class went by so fast that Ruby almost didn’t notice the text she received. She picked up her.