"There might be some mention of an armory on the maps...don't you think we ought to find one of them first? I mean, unless you was to go all Rambo with some makeshift shit made up of car parts."
Necessity is the mother of invention. Henry thought to himself. Being a handyman, he could think of a few creative ways to use car parts as weapons or even everyday household items. He agreed with Felix that logically finding a map should be a main priority though he did not say it aloud. He nodded his head towards the dark windows of a store nearby. “There. Let’s see what’s in here we can use, or if there’s any map.” They escaped the rain underneath the awning outside the store which had various stringed instruments on display behind its barred windows. The producers had a sense of humor, who were they trying to keep out of the stores? Them or the criminals?
Henry tried opening the doors to the music store but found they were locked. Surprise, surprise.
“Dallas and I could check the store next door.” Matt suggested.
“No, we stick together.” Henry nipped the idea in the bud. He pulled the sleeve of his rain jacket over his knuckles and busted a fist through the fragile glass with two hard hits. He then pushed his hand through the crumbling hole he had made, little pieces of glass sticking into his skin as he reached just inside to unlatch the lock. After a few intensive moments, Henry unlocked the door and they slipped inside.
They spread out in the L-shaped store front. Matt opened the tops of pianos to look inside around one corner while Dallas was distracted by a shiny new guitar around the other. He picked it up and repeated the same chords of a rock anthem to test out the sound. “Put that back Dallas.” Henry said. It was no wonder Henry’s siblings thought he was a control freak: all that ever came out of his mouth were commands. “It’s not like I’m stealing it from anybody.” Dallas defended himself, continuing to strum the strings. Henry didn’t argue with him, it was a knee jerk reaction to tell him not to touch anything while in a store, but what was the point here? He’d let him have his fun. While Felix stayed on Dallas’s side of the store, Henry went around the corner where Matt was and went straight for the sheet music. He leafed through the books on the rack searching for a map that might be tucked between the pages and dropped them at his feet.
While they were concentrated finding a map, all except one preparing for his next concert, none of them noticed a male criminal emerging slowly like a crouching tiger from behind the counter. He had been lying in wait for some unsuspecting heroes, whom were unarmed at this point in the game. The criminal had a thin sinew violin chord wrapped between his two hands as a choking device and was creeping up behind the perceived weakest, Matt. It wasn’t until Henry had torn through the last of the music sheets and turned around that the man was caught. “Hey!” He yelled as if he were trying to scare away a feral mutt. The criminal lost his bravado as the other two brothers came around the corner, realizing he was severely outnumbered and bolted for the door.