“This must be the place”.

Gerrin, Aldous, Wilkins and Park strode slowly down the dimly lit corridor, their footsteps reverberating through the empty passageway, toward the two armed guards standing in front of a large imposing red metal door with what looked like two overly-bright streetlamps, one on either side. Both guards shifted their eyes toward the approaching intruders.

Gerrin sized them up as he and his crew continued toward the door. ”Weapons ready”, he murmured to his crew.

Aldous, Wilkins and Park grunted in acknowledgement.

The four of them stopped in front of the door and faced the guards. Gerrin announced “I need to speak with your boss”.

The second guard raised his weapon slightly. “You need to get your ass back down that passageway and out of our sight”, he growled.

Wilkins, Park and Aldous had their weapons up and ready with lightning speed. “Not gonna happen”, Gerrin continued. “Now, do we do this nice, or do we do it messy?”

The two guards and four Troll crewmen stood there with their weapons pointed at each other for what seemed like minutes. After what was probably only a few seconds, one of the guards sneered “I’ll see if he’s available”. He maneuvered sideways, feeling for a door latch. Finding it, he opened the door and backed through, closing the door in front of him.

The Troll crew waited with the remaining guard, weapons still at the ready, for what seemed like an hour. Two painfully long minutes later the door opened again and the guard stepped through. “You might need to get lost before our guys get here”, he drawled smugly.

Gerrin sighed, feigned a shrug, and turned to go. Suddenly, he and the rest of his crew lunged at the guards, knocking their weapons aside and pinning them against the wall before they could get off a single shot. “Wrong answer”, Gerrin growled a