Chris gets inside the van on the drivers side, Panther then gets into the passenger seat. Chris starts up the engine and she drives for about three hours. During this time Panther occupied himself with servicing his PSG-1. Just as he had finished cleaning the rifle, Chris pulled over.
They were outside a small house. Just a ground and first floor. It was a part of a long terrace of houses in this typical suberban street.
Chris gets out and walks up the path, Panther seeing this, follows suit.
Chris: This is one of our fence's safehouses. Equipment store and everything, but as far as the council is concerned it doesn't exist.
Panther: Backhanders?
Chris: You bet you.
Chris unlocks the door and walks into the hall. She hangs her coat up upon the coat stand and walks into the living room. Curious to see more, Panther follows.
The living room was quite cramped, the walls were painted a dark green, there was a small television in the corner, and opposite it a small couch, a close shade to the walls, was placed. Chris picked up the remote control from the couch and turned on the TV.
Panther: May I explore?
Chris: Yeah, your room is upstairs, first on the right, mine is next door.
Panther walks up to his room and places his bags untidily upon the floor. He sits upon the bed and looks at himself in the mirror. He then lays upon the bed and thinks about his life.
Downstairs Chris stands up and walks across to a small door in the corner of the living room. She enters a large room, white washed walls and wooden floors. There are racks with various hand to hand weapons apon the wall.
Chris: If I'm ever going to repay my blood debt to Jo and Jack, I'm going to need to stay sharp...
Chris pulls a pair of katanas off a rack she holds them straight out infront of her, keeping both arms perfectly steady. She then begins to practice with both blades, slashing, thrusting, rolling and parrying invisible blows.
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