Yolanda nodded and followed Mason's instructions, parking the car as she was directed. She turned the engine off and pulled the key from the ignition, pocketing it. Taking a moment to compose herself, she undid the seat belt and opened the door, stepping out into the chilled air. It seemed colder here but she shrugged it off, convincing herself it was only her imagination.

She opened the passenger door and removed the small duffel bags of supplies, slinging them on either shoulder. They were slightly heavier than she would have liked but she thought it much better to be over prepared than under. Closing the door with her hip as her hands supported the straps of the bags, she turned her attention to the iron gates before them.

Setting one bag down, Yolanda unzipped it and removed a pair of bolt cutters. "This is it." She murmured, more to herself than Mason. Moving over to the gates, she reached out and felt where the two gates met, soon finding thick chain. 

"You're going to have to help me," She said in an almost begrudging tone; she didn't like to ask for help. "The chain is pretty sturdy."