Whoever this man was, he clearly didn't want Ronny hanging around, not even outside waiting for the delivery truck. After regretting not getting the worker's phone number before leaving the airport, he came up with another idea.

Ronny had gotten a friend of his to call the restaurant. He had waited and listened for the man to leave to take the phone call. With any luck, that would keep him busy enough to make a quick search. He then picked the lock and slowly entered the room.

There was no sign of Nancy or the box in the first room. Not surprising, as he hasn't seen them when talking to the man.

He could hear the man talking in a room over so he made his way to a heavy door.

He found himself in a large room much like the last one, only with larger appliances and counter space.

He had no time to look at all the different pots and pans, but noted some were as large as a bathtub.

As he looked around, the scent of the restaurant's cooking grew stronger. He hoped it didn't need to be checked on anytime soon.

As he got to the massive ovens that illed the rear of the kitchen, he heard a noise. It sounded like something was banging along with some muffled sound. Whatever it was, it was coming from the oven.

"Is something wrong with it? Better check to be sure."

Ronny opened the oven and to his shock was a young woman laying inside.

"Well, this is too bad." The cook muttered to himself. He was standing by the door and picked up a knife.