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[u][b]Five Minutes before the explosion[/b][/u]

“Five hundered is plently.” Zane said as he tried to push the Porter towards a compromise before Rikkie’s new ice cream started to melt too much.

“Five hundred dollars to move this rusty junk box? You’re wasting my time even asking me.” The Porter said as he tried to walk away from Zane but was quickly blocked by the man outstretched arm. “Careful, you’re going to get that all over me.” The Porter said as he tried to brush off the melted ice cream off his shoulder. 

“$750 and a years’ worth of ice cream once Cici gets her restaurant up and running.” Zane said as he glanced back towards Rikkie who was still crouched towards the ground drawing. 

“No.” The Porter said as he turned around to walk in the other direction. “I don’t have time to mess around so can you please leave me alone.” Before the man could walk off, he felt a hand grab his hand firmly. The Porter tried to push the hand away but was met with resistance and Zane gripped harder. “Ouch, oww, oww. Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.” The man squealed as he tried to push Zane’s hand off. “Let go, let go. You’re going to break my shoulder. I said I’ll do it.”

“Perfect.” Zane said as he released the man. “I’ll be expecting it after this mission. Ante Mortem will be invited to ice cream, and it would be shame if they were disappointed that the ice cream truck isn’t there for our celebration. Right?” Zane said as he gave a single pat on the man’s shoulder and walked back to Rikkie before Bella could send out the signal. 

[u][b]Present time[/b][/u]

“It looks like we are in for some fun.” Zane responded to the group as he pulled the coin in his pocket and watched as it quickly transformed into his shield. 

Bella nodded as three of her bots emerged from her backpack. Switching the mode of her glasses to thermal imaging Bella scanned around the group. “…Walls thick…can’t see far…” Bella said before pointing towards the north. With the thick metal walls that reinforced the white house it was hard to distinguish any temperature differences that might have been caused by a human. However, there was a subtle difference just below the surface of a possible passageway down. “…Maybe stairs?...” 

"That's good enough for me." Zane said with a slight grin. "We might as well knock out every person we see without a drive in case they are the wimp that's hiding."