“No!”
Harlow sighed. “No fun at all.”
“I’m not going to argue with you just because you find it fun, you psycho!”
“Right, because this is not considered arguing.”
“Screw you, old man.”
“Maybe later.”
Foxx groaned.
“Anyway, people could have assumed we were just some randos walking around, but someone decided to be a green fucking bear,” Harlow said with a chuckle.
“They may still assume that!”
They went silent as the building came into sight and they neared. Made of red brick that had been discolored by time and probably smog, it was tall but looked to be only one level. Like many warehouses, there were multiple loading bay doors for trucks. Though, from the case notes, this one had been abandoned then bought up by the criminals they were after. Under a fake name, of course.
“Unless there is an illusion in place…” the vampire hummed. “No one in there is alive. There are, however, dead bodies. A good number of them.”
“Can you tell if any of the bodies are human?”
Foxx’s head tilted as the man took a deep breath. “There is at least one…underneath the stench of dead vampire. Your not-friend at least took a bunch out before they got him.”
“Wouldn’t expect any less.”
Hanes’ body was in there then…hopefully. It wouldn’t make sense for them to leave their associates bodies but take his when they left. “Let’s check it out quickly, grab Hanes’ body if it’s there, and then torch the place.”
“So, we are going to actually bring his body back with us?”
“No, we are going to take it to the closest city run morgue, andtheywill handle getting it back.”
“Sounds like a plan, I guess.”
Harlow was pretty sure Foxx was questioning why they were bothering with the body. Harlow could have explained that it was protocol, but as he couldn’t explain further than that, he didn’t. Because, considering how horribly mangled most of the bodies they found were, Harlow honestly didn’t understand why they bothered to bring them back over just burning them. He didn’t know if Hanes had any family, but he doubted they’d want to see or deal with that.
They approached a bay door on the far-right edge.
Harlow eyed it. “You can pry it open, right? It would be the easiest way in.”
Well, they could find an actual door, but why waste time when there were so many other places to go after this?
Foxx crouched down, there was a screech of metal as the vampire dug his fingers underneath and bent the bottom a bit. “Either it will go up or break, regardless we’ll get inside.”
Pulling out one of his Desert Eagle pistols, he clicked the safety off and ordered, “Do it.”
The door let out an ear-piercing sound of protest when the vampire yanked on it. At first, the door started to bend, looking like it was about to break, before finally sliding upwards.
The inside of the warehouse was apparently sectioned off, as all that was revealed was a bare brick room and two doors—one across, and one on the left wall.
Foxx popped up with a smile on his face, dimples flashing as he started to say, “Easy—”, but the man cut off. Foxx’s head tilting, a frown replaced the smile.
Harlow’s brow rose in question, listening for whatever Foxx was hearing…and he did hear something. Was that…shuffling? “Someone’s…”
“Something,” Foxx corrected. “Get in and let me close the door. I'm not sure how many more of them there are.”
“Many of what?” he asked as he walked in.
