It was a fucking disaster and the worst part about this disaster was that Adrian could not do anything about it.
He made his way towords the car that was already running. Just as he sat inside and closed the door, the wheels rolled outside the state and with his warehouse.
He wanted to entertain his wife's tantrum, cool it down, cool her down, but at the moment every thing was going, according to the priority list, he had and ammunition came above every thing. It was the thing that was going to keep them protected and alive.
45 minutes later, he was standing in front of the warehouse. Albey, one of the men that was majorly involved in the working of the warehouse stood in front of him.
"Sir," he quickly bowed, " everything is prepared, and James is checking it. Would you like to take a look?"
If James was going through it, and there was nothing, you have to worry about, but still, he noted his head. At the moment, Adrian needed a distraction.
