DNA is a fickle thing. It can be destroyed by three things, time, heat, and bleach. Robert had learned much in preparation for this night. Holding a jug of household bleach and wearing a painter's suit, mask and shoe coverings, he entered the building. Max had done quite a job, and it pleased Robert to see his brother so relieved. Robert then walked over to the woman, tied between the two posts, and beautiful angels wings of blood behind her. He didn't feel anything for this woman. She was just a toy for Max. Robert didn't care who her parent's were, what she did for a living, or what hopes and dreams she had in life. He just cared about his brother, and she was now an empty shell.<br/><br/>He looked at Max, and commented, "quite the artist, my brother." He smiled at max, patting him on the shoulder. "Wipe down all your foot prints if you made any," he commanded.<br/><br/>Robert went to work, pouring bleach over the woman's skin, wiping it down with a sponge to get into all the crevices and the wounds. He make sure to spend extra time under her finger nails, in case she had gotten a chunk of their skin during their abduction. Though he knew they were careful. He was methodical about her entire body, and every inch of her clothes, also pouring bleach on it. He then went to the floor, the wall, and any surface they came in contact with.<br/><br/>Robert was wiping down one of his own footsteps when he heard a sound from inside the silo. Footsteps were amplified and echoed, never giving a clear direction to the sound.<br/><br/>"Aye! Whhhhat the Fuck are you-hh doing hhhere!?" Yelled a drunk man from somewhere in the silo. Robert tensed and looked at Max. Had they been discovered? "I'mm a sleeeping hhuur! Get away-hhh frum huerre! Stop talking!" Yelled the same man. Robert realized he must have been talking to himself, which gave him a moment of relief. But they weren't done, and the homeless man was coming closer by the sound of his ramblings. Killing a homeless man wasn't part of the plan, or the style for these killings. Robert wanted to see the headlines read, 'angel killers', not 'a woman and homeless man were found dead.' It didn't have the same ring to it. It was like having a greasy hamburger instead of a filet mignon. He could only hope the man would leave or pass out.<br/><br/>Robert crossed his fingers.