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It had happened once again. There was something Edvard could sense that the other two couldn’t.

They didn’t see anyone following them on the way in. There was no sign of an attempt of a break in.

Yet, with Edvard saying those words they knew that there was trouble afoot.

Both of them quickly swung their guitar cases and pulled out their weapons, while Edvard walked carefully up to the pull down metal sheet door.

He was pacing himself carefully, until a hand reached out breaking right through the metal.

Edvard had moved his head quickly allowing for the other two to see the clawed furred hand reaching out with its sharp nails.

Immediately, Edvard grabbed onto the hand, and then he pulled hard, as he did the body of the attacker had crashed into the metal heavily indenting it.

Right after, Edvard slammed his foot on the ground, and the crate of weapons nearby which they hadn’t taken weapons from, somewhat had exploded.