There was a part of Talogan that felt there was more to the warehouse than met the eye. But it was late and drowsiness was starting to dull his senses, so he decided to take what he could before trouble came along rather than waste too much time searching for something that might not even be there. "Mr. Johnathan, take the pitch." Talogan said. "Mr. Fishbones, you take a crate of the steel. You and I should be able to lift it together. Quickly now, we should not linger any longer than necessary."