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Lyle pulled his bike up to the property, parking his bike and would have had one been a driveway. His childhood home had long since burned down night he had murdered his father and he had kept it that way has he stared out at the burned ruins. If had seemed fitting to bury two different past in the same grave.

Moving to the back of the ruins He had approach the cellar door it had been the only part of the house that he had restored with a new door and lock keeping it sealed. Fishing a key out of his jacket he opened the cellar before walking down into it.

As he flicked on a light he looked around The entire room was empty save for a single sledgehammer in the center of the room. Walking over to what he picked it up and he inspected the tool making sure was still up for the task. Gripping it with both hands he brought it down slammed it hard against the concrete crack spider webbing across it. Lifting up again he bought it down over and over again The sounds of metal meeting concrete and his screams of frustration echoing across the room.

What's he was finished he pulled out a giant military trunk out of the ground. Opening it revealed several firearms, military grade body armor, and a skull-shaped mask. Grabbing the two duffel bags inside he loaded everything up before heading to his bike and leaving.