The door creaked open. A knight held onto metal in both hands, while another held a shaky light behind him. The room was dark as they creaked further into it together. Vito let go of the door to hold his sword with both hands. It clicked shut behind them. The flickering torch lit the large conveyor belt running through the area with the occasion box along it. The rest of the area was stacked with much more of the same old boxes packed along the wall.

“It’s just the same old shit over, and over again ain’t it Moose?’ said Vito.

“Yes sir” said Mooseman, as the light bounced even more erratically.

He was checking the pairs only gun for ammo while simultaneously trying to hold the light.

“Never mind that you’ve checked your weapon seventeen times since we saw what must have been a pair of ghosts,” said Vito.

“No, it was the real Queen. I know it was her for sure.. Look what I found blowing in the wind” said Mooseman.

He holstered his weapon, and removed a scrap of fabric. It was a pink piece of something embroidered with jewels.

“What is it, and why didn’t you show the King before?” asked Vito, trying to snatch it for himself.

Mooseman held it above his head. Vito jumped trying to get enough height to grab it.

“It’s a piece of her undergarments I believe, why don’t you take hold of them, and breach the subject with the King when we find him again since you seem so eager” bellowed Mooseman.

“Shh” said Vito, pouting “let’s just keep looking for clues to the exit” he finished, slashing the air for good effect.

“Careful with that weapon boss” boomed Mooseman.

“Shut up” hissed Vito staring.

A large cement ramp led an incline to a garage door closed for business. It was lined with a fleet of forklifts parked along the slope. Every surface had been painted with yellow lines, and red octagon warnings. The lettering looked elvish. The knights cautiously approached the entrance. They inched closer, and closer nothing stirred, and the coast was clear. A large line was painted across the path. Vito crossed the threshold, and kept on going. All else remained still, including Mooseman. The short knight in motion reached the massive garage door. He bent, pried his sword underneath and gave his all to lift it. All else remained still. Vito left his weapon stuck to throw his free hands out in frustration.

“C’mon man what are you stalling for now?” yelled Vito glaring, “I could really use your help right about now” he continued scolding.

The other knight sighed.

“Alright, I'm walking over,” he said, soon arriving at the door. “Hey man, hold the torch and watch how muscles work,” he finished, taking the handle.

The big knight grunted trying to raise the door. Vito tried to help lift with one hand, and held the torch with the other. The garage door began to slowly creek open under both their efforts. Mooseman stopped lifting just over Vito’s head.

“Alright go under and I'll hold it” said one.

“You better not lock me in there” cried the other, heading under.

“Uuuugh” cried Mooseman, struggling mightily as he limbo under the metal.

The garage door loudly slammed down kicking up cement dust. Both knights found themselves back together in a cramped area. Ice coated the walls, metal tables, and cabinets while icicles hung from the ceiling. On a table beakers filled with multicolored liquid fizzed, and popped. A cauldron simmered, bubbled, and smoked in the corner above a gas cylinder burning low.

“It looks like a lab,” said Vito.

“And it looks to be recently occupied” whispered Mooseman.

“Hey maybe there's a helpful scientist somewhere who can zap us back to the service real easily” sputtered Vito.

“Or maybe a mad wizard will zap us into gnats, that or we drink one of those fruity looking potions that look so good” yelled Mooseman, sniffing.

The torchlight flickered off the walls of beeping,and blinking panels. They pushed further into the laboratory past pots of dead interior plants. A double sink, soap, emergency eye wash, and more marked the beginning of the kitchen. Vito opened a fridge, rubbing his hands for food, but was disappointed to be greeted by a smelly musty interior full of cobwebs.

Mooseman walked ahead past an empty well stained couch. The walls after that were lined with coin operated dispensers filled with strange experiments to collect. A picture of somebody's kid hung crooked on the wall. Ahead the hallway got darker, but a green light flickered. He turned to grainy lit screens showing security footage. A figure sitting guard in the chair with a white dome. It was the back of an exposed skull!

Vito kelt along the dispensers inspecting what he could see was inside each. As went along with a brilliant idea for freeing a prize from one of these machines. He got on his stomach, and began crawling along the dusty floor. The knight carefully checked underneath the vending machine, after another. So far he had only turned over gum when he was looking for coin.

“Hey man psst” whispered a voice.

“Aaaachuu!” responds Vito, smacking his head off a coin slot in the process.

“Shhh.. there's a dead man in the next room” said Mooseman.

“Well help me to my feet friend, and let’s clear it” said Vito, cradling his noggin.

“Nice, and gladly” said Mooseman, grabbing his friend's arm and quickly throwing him to his feet.

The two knights crept the hall going into the shadows. The grainy screens still flickered different images captured from some familiar, and many more not locations around the factory. The man in the chair remained still.

“On the count of 1. 2. 3.. NOW!” yelled Moosman spinning the chair around.

Vito stabbed, and stabbed until the creature's jaw hung slack. The skeleton wore a lab uniform that looked like it hadn’t been washed in months. The face was rotten, filled with cavities, and bones stuck from every angle. A laminated security badge hung securely around the corpse's neck.

“Phew alright” said Vito, performing a final stab for good measure.

“We should get that card from the dead, maybe it will get us access to certain areas” said Mooseman.

“Good idea, and since it was yours you volunteer to be the one to get nice and close enough to untangle it ha ha” laughed Vito.

“Alright give me your sword fool” demands Mooseman.

“Very well” said Vito, handing it over in exchange for the torch.

Mooseman raised his two arms back and lopped off the head. The body slashed at the air, while the head bit, and gnashed for blood on the floor. Mooseman whistled, and booted the head smacking off the wall down the hall. The scientist's corpse had calmed slightly from thrashing; he snatched the pass from out of his grasp that loosely sat on the creature's shirt.

“Hey Moose look at the footage above” stammered Vito.

They both turned to study the grainy screens. A video of an empty bar cut to a safe room of Elves nervously pacing. There looked to be about a dozen, and they looked like top tier executives except for one. The remaining looked to be in top tier designer detective clothing.

That screen cut again to the King batting Ned with his stump in the graveyard, another screen displayed the Queen doing something, while the remaining three had shots of nothing.

“We have to run back the way we came, and help the King,” cried Vito.

“Yeah we do” replied Mooseman, giving his friend back his sword.

They ran back down the hall past the head riping into the couch. The much bigger knight throwed open the garage door for the other knight to run under.

Mooseman ducked under himself and let it slam to the ground after them. The severed head could be heard loudly teething inside.