Daniel let his fingers clench together a little at his sides at the words that came from the lips of the Guardian, trying his best to remain civil despite their suggestion. They meant well - nothing good would come of charging head first into the situation without knowing what one could expect within the house, but the thought of someone suffering inside the house whilst they all sat round outside and waited didn't sit well with him.<br/><br/>'And just where is this information on fighting the doorway going to come from, hmm?' he asked as he made his way away from them and back towards his car, slipping a tarnished key into the lock of boot to open it. He didn't fancy carrying the rather bulky box around with him, and so he opened the lid of it and began to move the contents one by one into a long unzipped black sports bag that lay beside it, dusty and covered in lint and worse from its time within the cars boot.<br/><br/>After he transferred the various objects the old man had packed within the box for him he took out the bag and slung it over one of his shoulders before moving to shut the boot - cursing when it got stuck mid way through closing, having to open it up again before slamming it down, a faint shower of rust falling over his jeans and boots. 'Useless bloody car...' he muttered as he made his way round to the passengers seat, opening the door and leaning inside to retrieve the book that he had left within the dashboard compartment of the car - adding it to the contents of the bag before zipping it up and closing the car door once again.<br/><br/>'If none of you can come up with another way to do this, or at the very least someway we can get the information we need, then I'm going in there. And if I die, I'm gonna haunt every last bloody one of you - especially you Pete'. There was a half hearted grin upon his face - the sort of grin that comes with a side order of gritted teeth.