"Create one I suppose. I hate to think we will need weapons, but it's better to be safe then sorry." Liz looked around the warehouse. Would it be better to store them towards the front in case they needed them? Or towards the back do they would be out of the way. Liz rubbed her eyes. Her head was starting to hurt from all the decisions she was being forced to make. But she choose the responsibility so she would live up to it. Towards the front."