The old man, with a key in hand, unlocked the door, urging, "Now, get to it."
Ty's mind raced, "That was me, Waddle, even Gears was mentioned, but he was so high up. What's the deal with him?"
Catching a glimpse of Waddle, who seemed poised for action, Ty whispered urgently, "Don't do anything crazy."
As Ty watched the tall, blond-haired boy move about, examining the chests of the unconscious, a smirk played on his lips. "I have an idea," he muttered to himself.
With a subtle movement, Ty channeled his flames through his hands and quietly placed one on the back of the man next to him, who was deeply asleep.
