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Icy release chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

A fresh wave of air conditioning washed over the men as they entered Lowe's, blasting their faces with the smell of wood and rubber. Only a handful of people milled about, most in work vests. Gears glanced at Ice, who looked around intently. Gears opened his mouth to ask what he was looking for when Ice perked up. He grabbed the taller man by the arm and dragged him toward a chubby man in a vest.

"Hey! Hey! Eric!" Ice called to the man.

Eric looked up from his phone and grinned widely. "Ay, J! I haven't seen you in weeks, what's up man?"

"Nothin much, gotta roomie now. I told ya I would." Ice replied, nudging Gears lightly.

Gears gave him a small nod.

"Nice! So what're ya doin here?"

"Fridge."

"Really?" Eric asked, moving from behind the counter. " Your other one was only, what, three years old? It should be fine."

"I actually broke it."

Eric looked up at him. "Damn how?"

Ice shrugged. "It really doesn't-."

Gears cut him off. "I fainted and the door's shelves happened to break my fall."

Eric recoiled. "Yikes man. Don't feel too bad, once when I was a kid my friends dared me to climb into the freezer and I broke the entire thing and we spoiled all the food that was in there too. And another time we-"

"You know what we should do? We should go to the fridges!" Ice chimed in, cutting him off.

"Oh yeah! This way!"

Eric hopped off towards the appliances cheerfully, humming to himself. The two followed.

Gears leaned over towards Ice. "What was-?"

"I had to stop him before he got talking, he never shuts up once you get him going."

"Ah."

"Also, he's really forgetful and probably would've forgotten why we're here in the first place."

Ice ushered Gears along in following Eric until they reached the fridges.

"Right so you want somethin like your old fridge, somethin bigger, somethin smaller, somethin fancier?" Eric asked, looking around.

"Do you still have that old model I liked?" The funky metal one that I said was big enough to hide a few bodies in?" Ice asked, gesticulating to show the size.

Gears looked at him. "Why on earth do we need a fridge that big?"

"I'm gonna use the bottom trays to keep chemicals cool and stuff. Also more room for groceries so I won't have to go every week."

"Smart! Also yeah, I think we have a couple left, just gotta put in the pin. Do you remember it?" Eric said, pulling out something that looked like a pager.

"I don't remember exactly, I know there was a 'p' a '42' and a '15'."

"Alright! Good start."

Eric began typing rapidly on his not-a-pager. A few seconds passed and he perked up.

"Yo," He giggled. "I think I found it."

Iceberg walked over to him and looked at the device before bursting into laughter. "Is that seriously the tag!? Oh god... I'm going to have to get it now."

Gears raised a brow. "What's so funny?"

Eric waved him over and he and Ice giggled as they showed him the pin. 'P3N15-420'.