Lloyd pushed the door open and looked into the dusty station. He spotted the empty gun cartridges and soulstorm cans littering the floor. He turned to the Sligs behind him. "I've got a bad feeling about this, seems like we're not the only people in this dump doing business tonight, keep your wits about you".
He began to walk down the corridor of cells towards the desk, looking into each one. Four Sligs followed him in, holding assault rifles and keeping a lookout for trouble.
"I see Kreager, but where's Lenny?" Asked one of the mafia sligs.
"They must've moved him downstairs into the special cells, they know we're coming for him".
They turned towards the desk and rear door, that would lead to the basement stairs and offices.
"Stop!" called a voice from a nearby cell.
A Vykker was looking at them through the bars. "Be careful, theres someone hiding behind that desk, a fresh face, not from 'round here. Knocked out one of the feds".
Lloyd turned towards the desk. "Show yourself!" He yelled.
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What the Fuck is this???Hobo, you make a Shit outta my posts
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