Three

Chapter 11

The overweight man led us up an elevator to the fifth-floor of the building. Leading us all the way down the fifth-floor hallway passing by every 50-60 storage unit number on the way until we finally reached unit #65.

"Well, here you guys go. . . If you guys have any questions just let me know I'll be down in the office. You can take the spare keys with you." said the gentlemen handing me the keys.

"Thank you so much, we really appreciate it," said Clover as the man nodded "You're very welcome you guys." The man walked back down the hallway towards the elevator and down to the office. The three of us faced the storage unit garage door. I examined the key and placed it on the bottom of the garage door where the lock was located and twisted the key in. Making it lock in place followed by a thud as it clicked unlocked. I pulled up the handlebar and pushed it all the way to the top making a scraping noise as it hit. Behind the garage door revealed a 10 x 15 square foot room the size of a master bedroom. There was a light switch on the side of the room and Jack flicked it on, the lights lit up revealing the room full of boxes, canvases of paintings, stacks of books cluttered everywhere, a world map pinned to the back wall with dotted lines connecting all around the map. With a desk beneath the map. Jack, Clover and I walked in exploring the room absorbing the unique objects and materials laying around. I sensed a bit of home when examining the objects in the room. I smelled my dad's home office in each book I picked up, hearing the door creak as I opened the office door to greet my dad hello. I opened up some boxes to reveal my mom's dresses she would wear to parties and date nights with my dad. I smelled that perfume that she would wear all the time feeling nostalgic as I could see myself hugging my mom and smelling the perfume. I wanted to cry knowing they were actually gone and never coming back. Sometimes here and there and I tell myself they went on their trips or vacations like they usually do and they will be back. But now seeing this made me depressed and heartbroken.

"Hey, Wyatt . . . what did your parents do again?" asked Clover in the background. I calmed myself down not trying to reveal that I was crying before I answered. "Uh . . . they were geologists. My parents and their team would travel all around documenting climate change, animal life, and the pyramids." I answered quickly wiping a couple tears dripping down my cheek.

"You sure that's what they just did?" questioned Jack as a loud bang hit the floor. I turned to look what made the noise. It was a big brown briefcase that Jack dropped in front of him that popped open as it hit the floor. Revealing a load of firearms of pistols, semi-auto rifles, and assault rifles.

"Holy shit. Woah!" jolted Clover as she got closer to examine the case. I didn't have a word to say. Did these belong to my parents!? Guns?! Something that I only saw in movies.
"Your parents were more than geologists. They were going to war with someone . . . Shit, maybe they were terrorists never know." Jack said picking up one of the guns "Things are heavy. Woah."

"Don't touch them. Let me think for a second. . . . "

Jack placed the rifle down on the floor. Clover checked to see if any of them were loaded with bullets. "We're good. none of them have ammo. My dad had a rifle in the house when I was younger. But I've never seen a briefcase full of them." 

"Well let's put them back in the briefcase. Jack can you close the garage door before anyone see's this shit please." I advised as Clover and I placed all the firearms back into the briefcase while Jack slowly slid down the garage door. Many questions flew in my mind but I know one didn't have an answer. Clover and Jack clearly didn't especially Clover. She just met me yesterday and we met not from having a decent conversation, bumping into each other, or even being presented to her. My heart attracted towards her for some unknown reason it did and I am glad it did.  I wonder what she must be thinking seeing all this and wondering what she got herself into. Hopefully, she isn't regretting anything up to this point. Jack, on the other hand, was all for it. No surprise there.