"I like your style, Fitzpaul," concurred Ares with a nod. "But we'll need weapons. Does your katana need sharpening?"
"It could probably use one, yeah," answered Oscar.
With a smirk, Ares lead his friend to the back of the room and behind the cash register. There, hidden under a collage of Batman posters, stood a door with a massive padlock hanging from its handle. Ares retrieved a key from the bookbag on his wheelchair and unlocked the secret door.
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