Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 174 - Warehouse & Weapons

After the food had settled my stomach, including a number of other things from the fridge, I pulled out my phone and finally responded to Claire’s messages.

C: [When can I get access that warehouse? And how?]

The response came before I got back to my room to even get dressed - she must have been waiting for me to get back to her. Or maybe she’s just the type to nearly always be available... when she’s not assisting Kyrie directly.

BK: [Address attached. Lockbox is by the service door, code 4040. The renovation crew on site was told they’d need to clear out by noon today and that they can’t come back for three days. So you’ll have privacy. Take your time.]

> Efficient and... a lot more than I was expecting. <

I sat there for a while before getting dressed, thinking about what to do until noon. Then I grabbed my clutch and backpack and headed out anyway. Spending the morning wandering through the city center.

Getting a feel for what my newfound wealth could actually accomplish. Hardware stores displaying generators and power tools that I could compare to some of the things I saw in other stores... and look online later to comparison shop.

Furniture outlets and other places with industrial looking shelving units. The ones the hunter had were... old. And were his. If the cost is not prohibitive, then it’s better for my peace of mind to just buy my own.

> Everything is expensive, but not impossibly so. I could outfit an entire little compound if I wanted to. Or make a very, very nice storage container. <

I found the style of lights I wanted to put inside and almost bought them on the spot. But there were other places I wanted to look at.... and still a couple hours to go. So I spent some time in the library after getting a card made for there.

And swung back by for the lights and some other things before I approached the warehouse district again. Honestly, I haven’t had a lot of pleasant experiences in this place. Both sets of rogues were either here or chased me here.

Then there was that first night and the nasty garbage dumpster. Luckily according to the system map, which I have more memories of than the app... it’s nowhere near there.

From the location pin on the map she sent me, I come up to an industrial looking building. The lockbox was exactly where Claire said it would be, mounted beside a steel service door. My fingers move the metal numbers rings to the code she gave an it comes undone with a little pull on the lever.

The key turned smoothly and makes a loud thunk as the door is unlocked. Stepping into the cavernous space.... I’m hit with the smells of fairly fresh sawdust and definitely fresh paint. The workers that were here must have been busy when Claire made them get out.

Renovation materials were stacked along one wall - wood panels, pallets of paint and hardware, and lots of other things Helene knew in general. But most of the floor space was clear. Very high ceilings, refinished concrete floors, and as promised...

"Not a security camera in sight. Though could just mean I don’t know where to look."

I moved to a spot in the center of the building, well away from any windows or the main entrance. Activating the lilac square of my | Single Parent Stash |, the white shipping container materialized in the echoing space without so much as a rush of air.

> But it *does* have to move the air that’s in the way, right? Am I just... sending whatever was there to nowhere each time? But there’s also no rushing in when I pull it away. <

"Not only ignoring magic, it’s ignoring physics."

The door to my container swung out to reveal the fairly chaotic organization I’d created. The hunter’s shelves lined both sides - mismatched pieces of varying heights and depths. Purely functional and aged.

A couple holding a deadly collection of items that would make most people, human or werewolf, run screaming. I glance down at the gun on the floor. The culprit that ruined my potential to use that construction site.

Luckily it was not an ’automatic’ rifle. Still wedged in its trigger guard was a hand tool that seemed to have slipped right in as it fell, then got lodged on part of the shelving to provide the moment of necessary leverage.

It was the weapons like these that needed attention today. Two rifles, many silver knives, assorted other silver coated historic weapons... and ammunition filled three mismatched shelves.

Some of it I might actually need - the compound bow, a few of the knives, and the arrows. But most of it was overkill for personal protection. I’d never hunt with the rifles and I probably would not lug around what I believe is called a ’morningstar’ anywhere in the city.

> Though it could be satisfying to plant it in Chad’s face. <

Conflicted but still agreeing, Vrika whined and reminded me how dangerous it was to handle most of this directly. But that was why I went shopping. Taking off the backpack, I pull out the lights and sat them aside.

It was the thick welder’s gloves and copious rolls of ’10mil’ plastic sheeting to wrap the items in that was going to help me with all this. I’d had to be so careful with everything, stacking it in the wood crate and moving it at the hideout.

"Should go a lot faster now that I’m not worried about touching anything sapping my strength."

I got to work. Starting with the silver-tipped arrows and knives I wanted to keep. Wrapping each bundle in some twine before moving them to a corner shelf. The crate of wolfsbane vials got similar treatment.

Everything else got double-wrapped in the plastic, cut with a set of thick, sharp shears that I made sure would work with the gloves on... and lined up outside to deal with later.

> Much safer. Though I still feel uneasy just being in the same building near all this silver. <

Part of me wanted to just ask Kyrie - or Claire... to deal with it. Damnit, why did I think of her first?

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