"My guess, intake manifold or the engine pully system off his Georgia." He said waiting before looking at the little bunker, sandbags packed along the porch, the second-floor window had a special shader with a murderhole window slot. The garage was boarded up pretty tightly, one door welded shut with a secret release value that in the case of an emergency could blast it clean off with his air compressor.<br/><br/>Walking towards the side door he knocked on the door, "Oiy, Dad! We're home." He called out before,<br/>"Ok bud be there in a... MOTHER FUCKING, minute." He recalled before Kryner said,<br/>"We'll be in the living room." Walking around to the backdoor he opened up the lock with a special key under the porch in a pull away compartment.<br/><br/>Opening the door it was a bit heavy and stiff, the two came into the wooden floor, two pelts were hanging on the wall, a massive woodstove in the middle of the house between the den which consisted of a very old beaten up couch, a little circle rug, a giant projector screen and then a lazy man currently occupied with an old man reclined sleeping away missing both his legs at the knee.<br/>"Hey grandpa, how are you doing?" He asked and the skinny bones turned to look at him,<br/>"Is that Alex? Grandbubby get over here. Tired eyes can't see so well." Walking over Kryner hugged him before he noticed, "Is that Melony? Didn't know she was back stateside..." He told him looking up at her unbeknownst it was his engaged.