"Neighbour? Since when did we have neighbours?" Albert asked, looking at Adries.
"He probably meant the second garage. Lots of people get confused with it," Adries told him.
"Oh, yeah. I was about 'ta say. And boy, don't you be telling me about guns. In my opinion there is never enough, and besides these are mine. I don't care that your family owned a gun shop, I know they don't have some of the stuff I have."
"Just stop it there Uncle Al, rather not have you go into the illegals of your...collection," Adries said as they walked out, "What're you looking at Lisa?"
"Oh thanks a lot. You'll always be the crazy, psycho ***** to me," Alan replied as they came to a stop outside of a small green bulding.
Conroy and Jacobs got out and grabbed Alan. They led him inside, where Major Briggs was sitting at a table.
"Well hello boys. I guess your mission was a success," he said, looking at Alan then to the two men.
"Yessir, with a little help of course," Conroy said, "We're just dropping him off here before reporting to Kaufman."
"Sounds good, we'll put him into one of these holding cells."
"Why not inside the prison itself?" Jacobs asked as a few soldiers cuffed Alan and walked him down the hall.
"It's harder for the boys to get to the prison. Here they can say hello to the boy that caused all this quickly," the Major responded, writing down a few things in his notebook.
"Oh, well...thanks sir!" Jacobs said, walking out with Conroy. They both went up to Christie with Conroy saying, "Jacobs will show you to the armory. I'll be waiting outside of the General's office, keeping a place in line since there always seem to be so much people waiting outside..."
