"Step back a little," Ray said.

Rudy did as told, retreating far from the doorway. To himself, he couldn't help thinking how careful—almost paranoid—Ray was.

With a metallic click, the iron door opened.

Two bottles of water and three packs of instant noodles appeared on the ground. In the very next moment, the door shut again.

'That's it?' Rudy couldn't help complaining inwardly.

He called toward the door, "Thomas and the others are planning a night raid tonight. They've got a welder—your i