Evan ran after the group into the records room... he was a little curious to see what his records said so running over to one of the oldest file cabinets he opened the bottom drawer that held his records. They were kinda thick. Evan turned and caught the lighter as the man spoke. He nodded his head. It gave him an odd satisfaction to burn all this hard work on innocent children. He would spite these people in every way he could, and burning their precious records sounded like a bang up start! Once everyone had what they needed  Evan walked to the door. "Everyone out of here." The group left and Evan held up the lighter, clicking it a flame appeared. Evan stared deep into it, he could feel the heat, blowing on the flame it propelled itself forward like a flamethrower igniting the far end of the room in scorching hot flames. Evan slammed the door shut and ran up the stairs. "It is done, the records won't survive. Now we really need to be moving before the elite guards are on us! I am sure they are on their way now and if they catch us.... well we don't want to find out."