Angel nods, "yes...miss Malvolia." she usually never used her servants names, unless they were special to her. "go through the back entrance, to our hide out..."<br/><br/>The hide out was a large steel hangar on the outside. It had two big metal doors, a number on the side painted red, number was 12. On the inside was a large filled up room.<br/>Angels parents, and their parents held and bought major companies. Mostly in the factor of military weapons, vehicles, and blueprints. Her family had started their fortune by first selling steel parts for cars in the 1900's, then they turned to small arms dealings, then escalated from their.<br/>Their was a private white styled jet that covered mostly the entrance. Then a armored police helicopter on the side. It was still missing a few propellers and other things. The rest of the room was filled with crates among crates among crates. The vehicle could barely drive ten feet before it had to stop.<br/>Angel wait for Malvolia to open the door for her as she sat in the back seat,