He didn’t have the license to carry it and he had taken Mikey’s advice not to carry it out. Mikey. He needed help. The cougar had said he would come help if it was needed. ’Babe I need help, He thought. His phone came out of his pocket and he managed three letters before a loud screech came from beyond where they stood. He accidentally sent the partial text and the phone went back into his pocket, taking a newfound grip on his weapon.
“There’s a cooler there,” Ronnie pointed at a large door with a handle. “If you guys can bring the creatures toward here, I’ll get them in.” Bait. He was offering to be bait.