15- Infinity

"This place is a shithole." Vortex's voice echoed through the abandoned aisles of the warehouse. "Language!" Unity called out as the group stepped in and looked around. Tattered and torn boxes laid out on the floors with all kinds of old car parts stacked improperly on the shelf aisles. The back place for modelling the cars was empty, with only large pieces of cardboard in its place. Stare long enough at the shape and you would think it was some sort of make-shift throne. "I could've ransacked this place years ago." Vortex spoke again, examining moldy doughnuts in the corner. "And how the heck did a fourteen year-old kid end up in a place like this?"

"Don't know," Infinity answered. "But we're gonna ask around."

"What do you mean by that?" Vortex asked again.