Good Job guys. Go ahead and narrate what you'd like to do next up until you are ready to light it.
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Good Job guys. Go ahead and narrate what you'd like to do next up until you are ready to light it.
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Garth nods and does as Val bids, taking the lids off, he empties most of the liquid about the bodies before walking to the door while having a trail of liquid follow behind. He tosses the bottle away within three feet from the door. He nods towards Val, ready for the place to light up.
With an angry look on his face, Val flushes his nose of the smell of the chemicals. "Just make sure I get the lighter back." With that he gestures with the gun as if to get on with it. Turning away from the warehouse he stares outside. He doesn't want to see the flames.
There would be fire. A lot of fire. Too much fire. This was going to be bad, but it had to be done. No witnesses, no survivors. There are only the Traditions. The Traditions and those strong enough to enforce them. Better the homeless than me.
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Taking the lighter from Val, Garth finds something flamible not far from the door and balling it up while leaving a tail of sorts, he lights up the tail and tosses the dirty ball towards the bottles he toss away. The flame catches and turning his back on it, he walks away from the site, heading back to his home, although he is sure to hand the lighter back to Val as he walks pass. He's fairly sure that Val is going to do the same.
Garth Exits Scene
As Garth moves out and the fire begins to catch, Val moves out of the building and across the street hopefully far enough to watch for survivors and avoid frenzy. The gun is placed in one pocket, and from the alley opposite the warehouse, Val stands clicking his lighter open and closed as he waits for the building to burn. Fuck all
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The warehouse went up like kndling due to all the boxes that were either empty or full. Cardboard was exceptionally easy to burn even more so when it was soaked with gasoline. The man passed out on the floor would die of smoke inhilation before the fire ever got to him. The other man in the office... Valentine would hear his screams as he ran trying to escape the blaze within. It was wales of agony and terror from the man with more blood curdling cries. There was an explosion inside, and then another not long after which was probably the two gas operated forklifts igniting from the flames. Soon the pressure from the fire would blow out the few windows the warehouse had.
In the distance, sirens could be heard.
In the days that followed, forensics would assume evidence of fowl play. The two vampires didn't realize the man in the office also had a gun on him. They unknowingly got away with it... this time.
End Scene. Good job guys!
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