Snippet #2691026

Pitch gave a soft chuckle as Zap sneezed, "Alright then. Follow me."

He bounded over towards a seemingly uninteresting empty bookshelf in the corner of the room and began to scale it, "You have to understand. It carries a lot of sentimental value to me, but others only see it as a source of power. I can't let this fall in the wrong hands." Now on top of the bookshelf, he made his way towards a certain items that was covered by a thin sheet. It looked as inconspicuous as anything else was on that shelf, the frayed fabric matching the run-down aesthetic of the room and of the building in general. Pitch was actually relieved to see it undisturbed. He hid it well.

He nudged the sheet aside, revealing a small safe in surprisingly pristine condition. It was the luckiest thing Pitch had ever come across, discovering it in the abandoned building they currently occupied, somehow not nearly as dusty as anything else...almost like the technology behind it kept it in perfect condition to be used. Pushing the safe off the top of the bookshelf, Pitch watched it hit the soft bundle of pillows and blankets below and followed suit. He landed in the bundle, disappearing inside. There was a bit of movement coming from the bundle and Pitch popped out, a little bit of blanket resting upon his head. He shook it off.