Chaz pulled up to the location, the building looked so old like an old warehouse out if a horror movie, he got a real bad feeling about this.
He went to his trunk and lifted up his secret compartments hidden and stored away in his car, pulling out long diggers you'd holster on your back, twin guns you'd holster on your thighs and 42 cal tucked away inside his coat, putting things all loaded in their proper places, Chaz put his long coat back on, and headed for the big double doors of the location.
This was his other side, THIS side if his double life was the not so safe one, the one thing that this side shared with his other side, was protecting Marci.
When he opened the door he went in with his dark hair down and a mess (for that was his style preference for this side of his) and slammed the door behind him with a twisted smile and malice in his eyes, the type of malice that hungers for blood.