It was mid-morning by the time Jack reached the building. The Link practically screamed at him now, pulling him forward towards it. He?crouched down behind a crumbling concrete wall. Two painted men stood outside the front entrance of an old office building holding some pathetic looking stone-age weapons. The flash of ceiling tiles suddenly made sense. The Link was much stronger than he thought it would be.

He checked his options. He could take out the two guards and go in the ...