Gregor did not deign to respond when the boy asked if he was having fun yet. Clearly, either he was a vampire or trained from an early age. When the boy sank into the fog, Gregor waited until he couldn't see him, then made his move. He quickly and quietly, well as quietly as a man in a full set of armor could, went over to a nearby small storage facility. It appeared to be one story, with only one window, and a door. Gregor tried to open it, when it proved to be locked, he kicked it open. Then he did a quick search of the living room sized area. There was no other way in or out. As the poor bastards in the back of the room found out. Gregor grabbed a pile of scrap metal and quietly scattered it across the floor in front of the door and window. He also made sure that the lights were still on, he even added a dozen more of his own candles, and a lantern. Then, he settled back into a defensive position, his eyes on the door and window, waiting for the boy to come.