The tension remained in the air for a few seconds as the blonde haired woman stood there in silence. She looked surprised when Abdul started rising from his resting place. And she started speaking; she was going to sheathe her knife. Abdul's heart was not beliving what his eyes saw; his eyes were still wide open and his breath was still accelerated. But his brain told him that the situation had been defused, at least the weapon had been hidden. He pulled himself up from the filthy, messed up bed. It was then he realized his shirt was stuck his back due to a copious amount of sweat. Abdul thought for a second; he thought about closing the door but the woman was just beside it, but nobody could see him with an intruder.<br/><br/>“Wait. Calm down. I’m not here to hurt you… I merely have questions and am needi-”<br/><br/>Abdul was still on a rather defensive stance but his expression softened. ''Alright... let's take our time and ca-'' Or at least he relaxed until the door burst open again and two strangers jumped inside the room, also surprising the seemingly blonde woman. Abdul thought that if the woman was not the delivery man for a 9mm bullet; these would be those men. But they did nothing but look as surprised as Trixie.<br/><br/>“Sorry to barge in, but I want to ask… Oh shit. I, uh, I'll-"<br/><br/>"Look, I'm not done with you...."<br/><br/>The woman quickly spun on her feet drew her gun and put both weapons on their throats. Or at least weak points. Abdul felt like a knife to the nether regions would not make the newcomer shoot us any slower. The tension in the air was palpable once again; at least there was no weapons aimed at him but Abdul felt like he was being aimed at by a rifle from a trench afar, from a sniping spot. And he guessed a bullet would be eventually fired from it. The seconds felt like they stretched to hours, the sound of the air going down the street and the grasshopper that curiously wandered behind the shop gave it the feel of a mexican standoff.<br/><br/>A smartass comment later, a sigh and the woman backed away and raissed her hands, understanding how the situation would develop if the silent threats continued. With both her weapons sheated, everyone else felt an air of relief enter the room. The blonde woman spoke to Abdul, showing her will to cooperate, even if it's one time, to the owner of the place she broke in.<span style="font-style: italic">''I most definitely will not... scream for help, for it would only worsen my situation. But know that you are not very welcome here... I don't know any of you and you are holding weapons on you; normally the guards would have taken any of these... so I guessed correctly when I thought you were intruders. And to be sincere, I trust you even less when you tell me you're a</span>guard.<span style="font-style: italic"> But first and foremost...''</span>Abdul walked past the group of comically timed intruders and, not without looking outside first and making sure no guard had seen the three enter inside thee workshop, he closed the doors with the sound of heavy metal clashing when it was fully closed.<br/><br/>When Abdul turned around to look at the intruders, he found one was already sitting down, appearently having inmeadiatly felt comfortable to do such thing even when Abdul felt like strangling each and every one of them. His fear had changed into annoyance, into anger; perhaps misguided anger.<span style="font-style: italic">''You say you have questions... do you have </span>any<span style="font-style: italic">idea what you have done?! God willing, the guards have not seen you or the men that followed you, because the other one must have seen you enter, but I wouldn't take any risks... and we wouldn't really like that. But... anyways, young woman, you said you were in the army, I hope you will defend us if things go down the drain. Which they probably will. I myself have no weapons and the training I recieved in the armed forces was minimal, at best. I'll respond to your questions but you will have to leave''.</span>The young man who had taken a seat for himself started speaking, Abdul ignored his tale as best as he could. Everyone had lost their families and loved ones but letting it out could help the young one; stress does sthings to people. His attention was caught when he heard the names of the band members.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Wait, let me look at that.''</span>said Abdul as he got closer to the fragile photograph. He recognized the wheelchair-bound man, except in the picture, he had a more joyful and lively expression.<span style="font-style: italic">''Well... kid. I do know one of these friends of yours.''</span>He pointed at the only face he had met before on the picture.<span style="font-style: italic">''You said his name was Waldemar, wasn't it? Kid...''</span>Abdul pondered for a second how to break the news to the young man, because even if they were bad, he deserved a chance to know Waldemar was inside the Safe Haven.<span style="font-style: italic">''He's not having a good time in here. And that's an understatement... let's just say he tried to cheer people up and... he's... in a wheelchair right now. Some thugs broke both of his legs and I found him and took him to the nurse but, even if she did the best she could, he needs therapy that we can't afford right now. Look, I know him, he's a good kid and he's still stubbornly singing out there, you have to convince him to stop or... do something before he gets hurt even further.''</span>Abdul sighed and looked at Aaron's face, waiting for him to react to the, understandably, bad news.