Xerxes kept rubbing the paint off till when the cloth could not do any good any further. He pushed the door with the dirty fabric that he had in his hand. Once the door was completely open, and it stayed like that without closing back, he put the cloth in the baggy pocket of his cargo pant since he did not want to leave any trace of evidence which would have not been a very good thing for them.
But the minute the door opened, Hemming and Xerxes were clueless. There was nothing which they could see; it was completely dark on the other side of the door. No light from any angle was visible. It was anyway dark outside, but the trees in the forest had some light which was falling on them and thus making them visible to a normal eye. With the flashlights from their mobile phones which the tw
