Mort eyed the kid with more than a little uncertainty. Did the kid have a death wish or something? Even the DoR nuts from the Capitol usually worked with backup against a nasty fucker like in the closet. Best they had was a crowbar, a couple straight razors, and whatever the hell they could find to throw at the SOB. Still, the kid seemed a hell of a lot more confident than Mort was and even half a plan was better than the shit he had when he first opened the door.
"Alright," Mort said slowly, holding out the crowbar for him. "But don't think I'm the kind of dick that leaves someone else holding the bag when it all goes to crap. That's gotta be just an average run of the mill fucker in there or it'd already be out here. I'm not running out on you if it goes wrong. Got it?"