Finally, John opened the door to a room with a long table and a few dishes, obviously left there recently as there were no bugs or mold yet. A feint smell of brownies lingered in the air. The only problem was neither the eyeless kid or the cat girl were here.

"Hmm, maybe they went ahead without me." He whispered to himself, before going back out into the halls and wandering.

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Outside the mansion, the pump or helicopter propellers could be heard. Well, not really a helicopter. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. It was painted chrome, and hovered with several small propellers at each of the four corners of the vehicle. Black turrets searched for targets, rotating in all directions.

When the helicopter was somewhat close, rope was released, and three people, who looked like special forces operatives by the way they were dressed and the gear they carried, slid down.

This was, of course, none other than Lamar, Valeria, and Sam.

With Lamar on point, they walked right up to the door and stormed inside, guns ready, expecting possible resistance.