Flint was quickly back at his car, he hadn’t met with any resistance on the way and he hadn’t heard any gunfire in a while. This meant one of two things, the enemy had been defeated, or they were advancing on the house. As he reached his car he met Beth, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. 

"That plan of yours, Flint dear, what was it again?" The Poltergeist asked. Flint seemed to contemplate the words, before reaching into his jacket and taking out a hip flask, gulping down the liquid within. After, he looked as if he was about to say something, but instead retrieved a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his hand. Finally after a few puffs of smoke entered the air, he turned to Beth once more. 

“I have a place, an old apartment complex, running water, gas cookers and bunk beds” Flint took another draw on the cigarette. “No wards or anything fancy, but I’m hoping some of our more mysteriously magical ‘friends’ could help with that” He said friends in what could only be the most sarcastic way possible. Flint looked to where he had come from, waiting for anyone else to come a long for the journey.

 He opened the Bentleys doors and slid into the driver’s seat, throwing the AK onto the passenger side. He didn’t unlock the passenger side door and made sure the assault rifle lay on top of the seat, hoping to signify to anyone that he wasn’t allowing anyone to sit in the front.  He looked in the glove compartment and began placing ammunition for his revolver in his pockets, taking the time to load the aforementioned gun before sliding it back into its holster. The back doors where open and he silently waited for anyone else to come over. He took another swig of his flask as he waited, sighing heavily. 

“I should have left town years ago” he muttered to himself.