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Locard Guns & Blades had good insurance. Naturally, given just who the owners were, there had never been any doubt about that, but still, the sheer extent of the damage and just what that meant for the business and when it would open again didn't exactly fill Rowan with confidence. Standing outside the store in its current state with a pair of men from the insurance and building companies respectively, it was difficult not to wipe a hand over his face in silent frustration. The store had been standing strong through thick and thin for years now, and one well-placed explosive had ensured that it wouldn't be opening again for a good few months at least. There was comfort to be taken from the fact that the Locards not only had great insurance, but that they were also sensible savers. While it was true that they wouldn't be working the store for a while now, financially, they would be just fine.

The pair of men at his side got his signature on a couple of forms -- Rowan had lost count of just how many he or Elsa had had to sign since the bombings -- and left him to his thoughts, numerous and scattered though they were. He watched them leave in their separate vehicles and then fixed his gaze on the store once again, broken beams and remains of displays that hadn't yet been cleared up. The worst of the damage had been cleared up immediately, obviously, and they had carefully picked through the debris to remove any and all weaponry and ammunition. Even if it had looked utterly ruined and therefore useless, they had cleared it out just to be on the safe side. It would be downright irresponsible to leave bits and pieces of their varied stock lying around in the remains of the store. Denver didn't need any more trouble right now, not after everything it had been through in the space of the last year or so.

There was no use in sticking around now. There was nothing he could do by himself, and the meeting with the men was done, leaving him with a few other errands to run. As much as possible he was saving his pregnant wife from having to leave the house herself and getting things done personally. She didn't like it, necessarily, but he didn't want her running around in what could only be described as an unstable city where humans were giving any and all suspected Others longer-than-usual sidelong glances and wider berths than Rowan had ever seen. Turning his back on the damaged building, he headed back to the curb where his bike was parked and removed his helmet from where it was locked.