The voice on the other side of the door was male, which was definitely comforting. What wasn't comforting was how eerily deep it was.
"I said, who's there?" the deep voice repeated.
The men released their tension as Perkins spoke up.
"W-We are with the Lakeside Police Department! Are you friend or foe?" Perkins asked.
The gate opened up to reveal a massive dark skinned man with tattoos covering his body, a bald head, and deep set brown eyes dressed in clothing that wouldn't be out of place in a Mad Max movie.
"...Depends... can you men fight bimbos?" the man asked.
The group quietly nodded, and the man motioned them to follow.
The group hugged alongside every wall as the crept past a group of butt naked bimbos mashing their double Ds and faces together.
The man pulled out a hidden plate to reveal a hidden room full of other people dressed like Mad Max extras.
"We were on our way to Burning Man..." the deep voiced man said.
"Burning what?" Colin asked.
"Burning Man, an anually meeting society of free expression often set up in the desert." A fat guy with a mohawk said.
"Anyway, this place was overrun when we got here." the deep voiced man said.
"Alright, so you need some guns to deal with the bimbos. Who's in charge here?" Colin asked.
"Who's in charge of your group?" the deep voiced man asked.