A purring cat.

Opening your eyes, you see the source of the purring, curled up next to you. Its a white and orange tabby. You reach over and scratch the cat under its chin. Responding favorably, the tabby moves closer to you, and nuzzles against your head, playing with your hair. You roll over gently, and see that Amanda is still sleeping deeply. You watch her chest rise and fall as she breaths. Glancing over towards the windows, you can see the first streams of daylight.

As quietly as possible, you roll off of the bed, and walk over to the large oak desk in the corner of the office. You nearly trip over the cat, which follows you. Pushing the cat aside with your foot, you ease yourself into a creaky swivel chair, and cast look over the cluttered contents of the desk. A letter soon catches your attention:

    Lt. Col. M. Reno
    1854 Valley Forge Rd.
    Carisle, PA. 15280

    Dear Dr. Montgomery,

I have read with great interest your recent article: Small arms manufacturing in non traditional settings 1942-5. In it you mentioned ballistic capabilities of German versus English 9mm ammunition..

Amandas father was possibly some kind of weapons expert! As you continue to look through the other papers over the course of the next hour, you discover the he was in charge of 20th century exhibits at the museum. You search the desk for more keys, in the hope the may unlock any kind of museum armory. If there is one. Getting ahold of any kind of guns would greatly improve their personal safety.

After searching all of the drawers multiple time, you find two sets of keys. One of these is on a large brass ring that could easily slip over your wrist. Attached to it a four old fashioned skeleton keys. The other ring has about twenty keys of various shapes and sizes, half of which you suspect are for an alarm system .

"How long have you been up?" Amanda asks as she props herself up on an elbow.

Not too long. bout an hour. You reply and ask if the museum has any guns in its collection.

"Im sure it does, but I dont know what kind, or anything about them. I never liked guns, I'm afraid." Amanda sat up a looked deeply at you. Why don't you come back to bed? Were safe here, and I'd like to know you better."