Allen flipped on a flash light as he made his way to the supply room, tugging in the door to make sure it was still locked. "Why couldnt Vex of been put on guard for this, she has the key after all." He grumpled. But he knew this was the only way in, how hard could it be to defend? Sitting himself down in a chair, the otter pointed his gun toward the way he came, waiting nervously.
"I cought you spying on my home, what do you want me to do? Shake your hand, introduce myself? You know there is a pretty good cafe down in 3rd street maybe we could have lunch sometime." Kensie replied. She knew sarcasm maybe wasnt the best in this situation, but she really couldnt help herself. The shark peered up over the AC unit, just enough so she could see her attacker without exposing her head to much. She instantly recognized him. "Ya know, when I said the fire station is a "bad place", I ment we wernt to friendly. Didnt know I had to spell it out to you."
"Kensie, get back here. We are having a bit of problems and now Im recruiting you for cleanup crew. Ill explain more once youre back." The voice of Vex came through her radio, which Kensie quickly turned down.
"Cant right now, in the middle of staring down the barrel of my own gun." She whispered, ducking back down behind her cover.
"Well shit, where are ya? Ill send some help."
Kensie thought that over, wondering if she should say. If she did, she would immediately have to take the offensive. The question was though, was she faster then the wolfs trigger finger?