Deadblood ignored Sheri’s jab as he looked over the grounds, hoping to find a discreet way into the McMansion. Yes, they were loaded for bear, but why go in guns blazing if they could help it? Plenty of time for that if they ran into any trouble later. For now, he just wanted to get inside with as few problems as possible.
“Let’s go that way,” Deadblood motioned towards the right side of the property. “Might be a way in through a garage or clubhouse. A place this size might even have a delivery entrance off to the back.”
“I’d imagine so. He must order in by the semitruck load, judging from the smell.” Sheri replied, following him closely as they crept along the wall, watching closely for any security that might be roaming the grounds. A poolhouse loomed ahead, and while it wasn’t directly connected to the house, Deadblood decided to check it out anyway.
“Deadblood, look over there...” Sheri had gone pale, pointing at the in-ground pool surrounded by a white iron fence. Deadblood turned to look, stopping in his tracks.
It was unbelievable. Instead of water, the entire pool was filled with bags, cups and wrappers from what had to be every fast food chain in the tri-county area. Sheri gaped, unable to take her eyes off of it.
“So fucking gross, ugh... has he never heard of a trash can?” She whispered, as she followed Deadblood on to the poolhouse. Just like the pool itself, the poolhouse gave no indication of being actually used for recreation other than eating. It boasted a large outdoor kitchen with several ovens, and a trio of refridgerators.
Deadblood couldn’t resist sneaking a peek into one, wondering just what anyone would need three refridgerators for, let alone outside. The shelves were stuffed to overflowing with 2 liters of soda. Some were orange, some fruit punch, but the majority of it was grape.
“I guess Biggie didn’t get the memo about 8 and 8, or he misunderstood and thought it meant soda instead of water.” Sheri commented, eyeing the other two fridges. “Think those are all full of soda, too?”
“I don’t know, only one way to find out,” Deadblood opened the second one, and it was indeed stuffed full of even more 2 liters. He let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “I can’t believe anyone could drink that much sugar water. What do you think will go first, his teeth or his pancreas?”
Sheri shrugged, as he opened the third door, fully expecting to see another rainbow of assorted bottles, only to be greeted with darkness.
“What the hell?” Deadblood peered in, shocked to see cement stairs leading down towards a long, dimly lit hallway. Sheri leaned over his shoulder, eyes widening.
“It looks like some kind of passageway. Think it goes into the main house?”
“Lets’ find out.” Came his reply as he stepped in and started down the stairs.
