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The man ran, quickly. He dared not look back, so therefore was unable to determine whether his pursuers maintained the action that dubbed them so. Seeking refuge in a warehouse, the man unwrapped his bounty. It was nothing but a wooden figurine. At least, that's what it would be to anyone else, but he had seen its, and its companions', power with his own eyes. The figurine moved, independent of any visible force, to face him. It was short, like most of its kind, at about 2 feet tall. The puppet, as the others had called it, though it had no strings or hand entrance, had a face that looked to be of some sort of Oriental origin. Most distinguishing of its features, and the one that most would have noticed first, was the large drill protruding from the top of its head. The man smiled, mistakenly thinking that he was now its master. The puppet, however, was still loyal to Blade, who was angry with the kidnapper for taking one of his brothers. This particular fact led to the situation five minutes later, which involved a man with blood running down his arm trying to escape the figurine described earlier. At a section of the warehouse, with moonlight shining through, a drop of blood fell to the ground.
The man continued with his run, ignoring the sounds that came from the toy-shelves. When he came to a Jack-in-the-Box, whose switch was turning despite the impossibility of anyone having turned it, he was stopped by a sudden attack. As to what happened to him, he could not have said, but he felt something hit the back of his head. On the floor, he felt something chewing on his face. Breaths ceased to leave his mouth.
The Kid observed all of this. There was no pregnant woman, or other source of birthing, that he could find, meaning he was still trapped in this warehouse. Like he had been for the last 77 years. He had almost escaped 11 years ago, but he had failed. The lack of another opportunity annoyed him. This puppet, however, was quite interesting. He new it wasn't one of his, and therefore was unable to place its origin. He might be of some use, the Kid thought. He sent the tricycles to keep an eye on it, and then returned to his dollhouse.
"Don't worry, guys. We'll find Tunneler. The creep who stole him won't get away with it," the boy reassured the various puppets. Anger vanished from the eyes of one with a white face and weapons for hands, but the determination to find his brother remained. A girl ran up to them. "Okay, I tracked him down to some old toy warehouse. I didn't enter in case he was armed, but now we know where he is."
"Dana, show us this warehouse," the boy responded. The puppet's look of determination had increased in intensity.
