[Rich]

Thanks, I just thought of a big plot type thing revolving around Jims move to the brewery!

We crossed the girder in single file. After a while it led to a catwalk that went to the Tower. There were many walkways leading off ours but strangely enough there were no Sligs to be seen except one who was sleeping on the job in the distance.
The odds were in our favour.

"Thank God!" I sighed "We're finally safe for a while"
"Let's rest a while" Said Ash
"Agreed" Said Nat and Scar-eye
Dac was quiet, he seemed deep in thought.

We sat with our backs to the handrails. I sat with Nat and Ash on one side while Dac and Scar-eye were on the other.
Nat dozed off into a snooze along with Dac who was half asleep most of the time. Me and Ash were well awake but relaxed unlike Scar-eye who was keeping an eye on Dac.

Ash sensed he was uneasy "What's wrong?" He asked.
"I have a bad feeling" Said Scar-eye.
"Don't be silly!" I said "What could possibly happen?"


"Oh my dear boy! A lot could happen and it will! Your group of clowns is cursed!" Came a strange whisper in my head.

"Rob? is that you"

The voice spat. "Fool, I am no do-gooder!"

"That voice! Isn't that..."

"Ice?"

"No way, how is that possible!"

"A lot is possible by way of fate! You will see what I mean!"

"What are you talking about!"

"In a few minutes... you will see!"

"Jim What's up" Said Nat.

The entire group was looking at me, I was vissibly shaken.

"N..Nothing!" I managed.
"This cold is no good, let us go inside!" said Ash.

We headed for the door the sleeping slig far away to our left.
It was silent and our footsteps made no noise until.

"Aagh!" Yelled Dac.

He had fallen through a trap door and was holding on for his life.
The slig jumped up and we were bombarded with gunfire. Assault teams appeared and shot at us. The odds were suddenly the complete opposite...