"Yeah I wrote the notes in the dirt and devoted them to memory. I'm going to need paper and a pencil first."
"Alright, well, get some then."
"Ugh... really..." I begin to walk over with the rest of the men to the front of the warehouse.
Seedies are lined up at the bridge preparing their weapons.
The major inspects the bottles.
After inspecting them, he nods, "Alright, you can go stalker. But no funny business, got it?"
In the basement there are three injured men, two of them have chest wounds but one of them has two wounds in his right arm.