I knew Frank wasn't joking. His tone was dead serious, and the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. If I was going out there with him, I had to be prepared—for anything.
"Alright," I said, forcing a tight smile. I didn't want him to think I was scared, even though I was. If I was going to do this, I wanted to walk out there with my head held high. "So, when do we leave?"
"After we finish the protocol," Frank said, his voice calm but firm. He paused, waiting for me to ask the inevitable question.
Of course, I did. "What's the protocol?"
"Follow me," was all he said, turning on his heel and leading the way.
I trailed behind him, my heart pounding. We entered a room I hadn't seen before, and my breath caught in my throat. The walls were lined with weapons—guns, knives, batons, and other things I couldn't even name.
"This is the protocol," Frank said, gesturing to the arsenal.
