Daniel did nothing but smile, waiting. He released his .22 from it's holster, having already loaded it when his clips were returned. The rest were in his bag and his crowbar was nestled comfortably in the sash. He jerked his head to teh side, eyes searching the fenced off area with almost growing anxiety. Dresby. Dresby was already inside, moving about, going from one place to another, so impossibly fast. He licked his lips, his eye twitching slightly. Dresby was playing again. He was playing their little game. He'd have to be more aware from now on, once they get inside.

(Forgot to mention that Daniel's borderline schizo.)

(You gonna open the gate?)