"So where exactly is mordhaus?" Vera asked, chewing some beef jerky she had taken from Sexton.
"The gates should be coming up pretty soon." Replied Izak.
"You said that an hour ago, du åsna."
Retorted the young guitarist, flicking the driver.
Izak glared in the mirror. A couple moments had passed and a giant gate had appeared over the horizon.
"Well I'll be damned." Grumbled Mason, gawking at the giant structure. He leaped out of the Subaru, and looked as high up as he could.
"Is dethklok and army or a band?" He exclaimed, still wide-eyed.
"A band." A man with bulging muscles had replied. His face was covered by an ominous hood, as well as his friend.
"And what business do you have with them?" He grumbled.
"We got a message from Charles Ofdensen that we should meet them, here, today."
The man whispered to his friend and opened the door revealing three other guards. They cuffed the band and shoved them into an elevator that seemed to never stop going.
"What is this?" Screamed Ludvig, the drummer. The men that were 'guiding' them had gotten into an argument with their hard-headed percussionist.
"What part of security screening don't you understand?"
"Um- all of it! We'd like some context please!"
Finally, the elevator opened and Slaughterhouse was dragged along the hallway. Many people in suits or goods would pass, but one of them stopped.
"Excuse me, um, what are you doing?"
The mans voice was stale, and his eyes were clad with square glasses as well as neatly combed hair.
"Taking these intruders to security scanning."
"We're not intruders!" Yelled Ludvig, thrashing around to offput the guard that was holding onto him. "We said we were scheduled to see dethklok!"
"They're Slaughterhouse, let them go." Said the boring man.
The guards begrudgingly agreed, and uncuffed the band.
"I am so very sorry about that," He began. "I'm Charles Ofdensen, Dethklok manager. I'll take you to them right now."
Lol what will happen next??
