The group circled the back of the museum to a villa, Jill knocks on the wooden door. All of them were silent and anxious to meet the owner. “So, he is a caretaker of the museum?” Zeke asked. The group stared at him, before anyone can answer the door opens. A man with circular glasses opens it, he is wearing his pajamas with a matching nightcap. “I thought you won’t be here until tomorrow?” He said, eyeing the group suspiciously, “Or maybe you are not who you appear to be? Be warned, I am a trained combatant and I am armed.” “Relax Darius, it’s really us,” Gus said shoving the others aside approaching Darius, “Something happened and the safehouse was compromised. Are you already in bed it’s only 7 pm?” “Hmm, you sound like Gustave, but are you really Gustave?” Darius leans closer to him. Mrs. Pogromca approached the two men, “We really don’t have
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