"I would be more than happy to!" came the cackling response over the radio from the moth. (Maybe Mako had been accidentally holding the button. Or, maybe Henshin could hear them at all times.) "Why, you don't even have to wait to get blown up for that..."

Brrr.

"Anyway, are you boys ready?"

"Not a clue!" Henshin's radio-garbled voice chirped back happily. "But I am a devout subscriber to the belief that when you must do something, yet cannot do anything constructive, there remains but one course!"

At that moment, there came a horrible sound like that of a convoy of a thousand diesel trucks all towing trailers full of angry bees, all emanating from a single, small, ungodly-loud figure covered from head to toe in trumpet-like appendages and blinding, colorful strobe seizure-lights and LEDs, actively shooting dazzling, screaming fireworks into the air from its own body. This person was conspicuously the size of Dr. Henshin himself, and appeared to be weaving and swerving through the air in an uncoordinated, chaotic kind of way that could only be unique to him.

"Behold, the Tactical Distraction Suit!" came the distorted, hard-to-understand declaration through their walkie-talkies. (It couldn't possibly be long at all before he had a train of security personnel in pursuit.)

Not much was found beyond the fence, short of the aforementioned fireworks debris and other unrecognizable pieces of trash, strewn about all over through years of wear and tear from wind, rain, and other miscellaneous elements of nature.

As the to-be-investigators padded their way to the entrance of the warehouse, it came as no surprise that several heads of security could be seen off at a distance, their primary destination being the ungodly ruckus still emanating from that one particular individual... Most of them were seen keeping their hands to their sensitive ears the closer they approached...

One could only hope they were being paid enough.

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Upon reaching the abandoned structure, if they were to just peek through the broken windows, they would take notice of what appeared to be a relatively empty warehouse, albeit one that was very clean for one that had undergone a devastating display in years past. The entire floor was completely devoid of any trolleys, conveyor belts, or even old crates and containers, although there seemed to be a single forklift far off in the corner. Two stairways at the far end of the gigantic room appeared to lead up to the higher stories, although the ceiling in the first story appeared to be falling apart... It was pretty clear that the initial disaster had to have occurred higher up... Aside from those points of interest, the first story was relatively uninteresting in appearance, save for it's unreasonable cleanliness...

But.. why was it so tidy...?

... Almost immediately, such inquiries were put to rest by the sudden appearance of a new face -- There appeared to be an ancient reptile close by to the forklift, hunched over, and armed only with a mop an a push broom, the two 'armaments' mounted like weapons upon his shelled back. Shuffling along, the crotchety turtle pushed a large on-wheels trashcan in front, reaching up slowly only to adjust the blank baseball cap over his eyes. After he gave one last look to the entire floor, the old man resumed his trek, moving he and his supplies over to an elevator shaft that resided at the opposing side of the room, on the rightmost wall of the building. Contradictory to the appearance of the entire warehouse, the elevators themselves appeared quite new...

The reptile jabbed a gnarled finger at a button, before shuffling into the lift, doors closing silently behind him.

At that point, the only light that was present on the entire story flickered to a dim hue, before cutting out completely, leaving the whole floor dark, and quiet.

Granted, in the present daylight, the warehouse wasn't exactly -flooded- with darkness, but.. it certainly set an uneasy air about the place...