Half a dozen of men in armored suits scouted the area of what was once Sadina's mansion. Each one had a flashlight attached to their helmets. One of them grunted as he lifted a huge I-Beam blocking his path into the home. He tossed it sideways into a large pile of molten wood, siding, and metal. His comrades dug into center of the ruins with their bare hands.
“Yep, GUB's been here.” One of them concluded with a whistle while glancing at another molten I-Beam on the ground. He shortly sighed while stepping over the pieces of wallpaper, drywall, and metal covering the floor. “…and with a Lainhardt!”
He started walking downstairs. As he did, the staircase began to collapse.
“Westwood!” One of his comrades yelled in alarm. The guy quickly grabbed at Westwood’s hand before the stairway colla
