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The lift opened up into what would be Daemon's home.
Miya was in such awe, she stayed close to Daemon, though not touching him.

Eliakus stood up with her, but scooped her up easily in his arms, kissing her on the cheek.
He walked down through the house, rather than simply jumping out of a window.
He caled out to whoever could hear him.
"Winifred and I shall be back...eventually. We're going to my residence."

{{ Exit to The forest (( I guess we should make one xDD)) }}

Daemon stepped upon the lift and motioned for her to follow. Once she had done he pressed a seemingly normal piece of the wall of the warehouse next to the lift. With a slight hiss of hydraulics the lift began to decend into the depths below. Once they had gone down far enough the ground above them slid back into place to conceal the lights that flickered to life to allow them to see their decent.

Soon the lift came to a halt as it opened up into a broad open room. Strewn about it were several metal cases labled with different types of ammunition and firearms. They were all arranged so that the boxs containing different things were stacked independently. At the far end of the room there were two corridors and a large work bench. Down the left corridor was his bathroom and shooting ranges. Down the right was his bedroom, living room, and kitchen. All of which had the best accomodations that were currently available. Most of the money he acquired from his various contracts went into his tools, firearms, and ammunition. The smaller portion went into his living arrangments, even though it was a smaller piece of the pie, he still managed to have generally whatever he wished to have in his underground lair.

"Eh Heh...Your welcome.." He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke. He was still unsure as to why he brought her here, but he felt oddly comfortable with it. "It took me about 5 years to get this place built." He said looking around. "And its taken me a few decades to get the stuff I have stored here..."

"Well inbetween contracts I stay here and tinker with things. Mostly weapons and ammunition and such things like that." He paused as he walked foreward and opened a crate labeled Beretta AS50, he then reached inside and pulled out a long barreled rifle with a large muzzle gaurd at the top of it. "This one is my latest acquirement. I got it from the U.S. Government as a form of payment for a job I did a few months ago. It fires the same bullets as those big machine guns on tanks and can hit a target with pinpoint accuracy from over a mile away." He stopped and turned to look at her. "But your probly not interested in all this.." He said a bit of red in his cheeks.

He smiled at her and set the rifle back into the crate below. He then closed the metal top and stood back up. "Well I guess I'll show you the rest of the place.." He said walking down the left corridor. He punched in a few buttons on a keypad outside of a set of large metal doors. They slid back with a beep and a hiss, to open up into a room as large as warehouse and as long as two football fields. The whole area was lit up like a stadium to show a few cars scattered about with various sizes of bullet holes in them. Also dotting the vast land scape were barracades. Some of them were concrete walls, others were piles of sandbags in a large circle. "This is my shooting range. I can fire any of my weapons here." He said proudly as he stood by the large firing line. It was wide enough to allow up to 10 people to shoot at one time.

Lazzel leaned aganst the wall and yawned, More people, oh great.