"This ain't right bruv. I don't think we should be here." One eye faintly glowed as he looked around. "Nothing peculiar other than you sorry blokes." He said, nervous. "Still, this isn't right." He looked through a dufflebag he had hidden behind a tree and took out a Stryker Crossbow, as well as a quiver to go on his hip. "If anyone else wants to be ready for anything, take a weapon from my bag." He strode to the house's doors, and kicked them in. "Alright. You all have fun wasting time. I'm looking in this place."
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