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you kick it or run in to it, but I thought about just staying inside and ignoring you.”

“What changed your mind?”

“Guilty conscience? I don’t know. Just seemed like the right thing to do. You should feel privileged by the way. I’ve heard worse things happening to people in the past week and I never went out for them.”

“Thanks, honestly.” Lance leaned back and peered through the doorway by the TV. “What’s back there? Other than a weird armory with crazy axes. Any food?”

Cass stood up, axe in hand. “Let’s go. You walk in front though. I haven’t decided to fully trust you yet.”

Lance stood and crossed the room, looking through the door. Another dim hall extended away from it with three doors on either side and one at the opposite end.

“Go to the door on the right,” Cass said.

He eased it open a moment later, wincing at the chemical odor that came from inside. After fumbling around the wall for the light switch, Lance stared at unmarked barrels and boxes upon boxes of lab equipment.

“Jesus. You don’t know who lived here?”

“Nope. I came running down the alley, looking for a place to stay at dusk last night and found the door unlocked. No one’s come back since.”

Jugs marked paint thinner lined one of the walls, each with a nozzle built into the container.

“This is a major operation,” Lance said. “If someone comes looking for it, they’re probably going to be armed to the teeth.”

“Anyone who would cook meth at a time like this is a moron. Those things have a hell of a sense of smell.”

Lance remembered the thing at the hospital sniffing as he approached it from behind. “I’ve noticed.”

They went to the room on the other side of the hall and opened the door. A bedroom, filthy and ragged as the rest, lay beyond. Twin beds, both without sheets, sat in the middle of the room. Dark stains ruined the carpets. Yet another door led to a small bathroom in the back right corner.

A pistol rested atop a thoroughly scratched dresser.

“Don’t even think about it,” Cass said. “The pistol stays right there.”

“Shouldn’t we move it to the front of the apartment, in case someone comes back?” A wave of relief ran through Lance at the sight of the gun. Nothing was more valuable anymore.

“Don’t worry about it. Go further inside.”

A chest resided next to the farthest bed, hidden by the height of the mattress. At Cass’ request, Lance opened it, whistling at what lay inside.

“Who the hell were these guys?”

Machetes and long knives with curving blades filled the chest. Sheathes and belts wrapped around some. The handle of a katana was visible at the bottom, the business end hidden under the mound of weapons.

“I have no idea, but they had some crazy shit in this apartment.”

Lance reached for a leather harness of some kind when he felt Cass nudge his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see what this leather thing is.”

“Slowly.”

“You need to relax. If I wanted to make a play for a weapon, it would have been the pistol.” He pulled the object out, holding it in front of him. It had long straps with a few buckles and clasps for adjusting the lengths. A sheath-like harness had a large opening at the top, with a small one on the bottom. A flap of leather with a snap on it could cover the upper hole, keeping whatever was inside from spilling out.

“I think this is a harness for that axe.” He held it up to the blade, making sure the weapon would fit. “Yeah, this is so you can carry it around on your back.”

She took it from him. “Interesting. Nice find, dumbass.”

Lance ignored her snide comment. “Who makes this kind of shit? I mean, honestly, who would walk around with an axe on their back?”

“I’m going to from now on.”

They went into the last room at the end of the hall. It was a kitchen, barely. Filthy counters and appliances made the room impossible to eat or prepare food in. A refrigerator hummed in the corner. The entire room reeked of spoiled dairy.

Lance said, “I take it there isn’t any food in here?”

“Some leftover boxes of Chinese food that appear to be from the turn of the century.”

“Is that what the smell is?”

“Yup.”

“So why did you just give me this tour if I’m not allowed to touch the weapons and there isn’t anything to eat?”

“Because we’re going to setup some ground rules and I wanted you to see what we have to work with.” She gestured toward the door with her axe. “Let’s go back to the living room.”

“Ground rules? Maybe the first one should be to stop threatening me with decapitation.”

“Maybe dumbasses aren’t allowed to make requests.”