The next address wasn’t too far away from the restaurant. I got some distance between me and the orc boys that had been heading into the shop when I left, before I actually started heading there. I decided to use the old fashioned way of finding a place, instead of the eye-piece assisted method, as the eye-piece assisted method would have drawn some unwanted attention. It took me a little long, since my phone’s screen was a little small to act as a good map, but I found the place. It was a project building and probably not the best place for a pink-o like myself. I went in anyway.
No guards at the doors, which meant that it wasn’t currently being used as some boss’s hangout, which was good because I would have been hard pressed to get into a building through a couple of orc bruisers. Fifteenth floor. I didn’t like that much. It meant that if I found myself with the need to jump out of the window to escape fire, dogs, or an angry wife, then I would likely plummet to my death. I never liked the thought of plummeting to my death personally. Never sat well with me.
1537. This was it. Oh goodie, the door is open. Not wide open, but just a crack. I can’t hear anything coming from inside but the soft buzzing of a t.v. set on low volume. I decide to venture a hello before going in. As much as I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, walking into an orc nest uninvited was a good way to get yourself killed, and the excuse that the door was open won’t matter much to the orc who just knifed you.
“Hello?” I say, opening the door a bit to get my voice in. No response. I un-holster my gun and push the door open a little more. No light. I try the wall switches and the room brightens a little bit. I make a sweep of the rooms, all two them, and see that no one is home. The rooms, the main room and the bathroom, are not what you would call clean. Not exactly the filthiest place I’ve seen, but then again I’ve been in some filthy places before. Not much more than the usual; cooking stuff, bed, some furniture. Nothing to give me a positive I.D. I suppose I could just booby trap the place anyway and hope it’s my guy, but then I might end up killing someone I’m not supposed to. Might as well not ruin anyone’s day I don’t have to. Then I see it.
Someone had written a note on the wall. It was an address with the word sewers written underneath it. I touched the lettering, my fingers came away a little black. This was pretty fresh. I pulled up the address on the phone. Druggart Zone. Nice coincidence. I think I might have to check it out.
