Walking along the streets with a empty designer duffle bag hanging from my left shoulder i walked swiftly through the crowds of low life and drug addicts. My eyes scanning each and everyone of them knowing to well that i had a target on my back. Since me and my crew had slowly but surely started making bigger moves in this area of the city.
Looking at a broken down neon sign that blinked in a pattern that was no doubt was wrong. Turning into the doorway and pushing at a door that apparently didn't exist i frowned and walked in a bit embarrassed. Looking around there was no one in the room. Looking around i spotted a stairway with music coming from it. Heading towards the stairs that lead deeper into the building i found myself at a door. Pushing it open my eyes where greeted with bright strobe lights and loud hip hop music. Pushing myself through the crowd with my duffle bag held tightly to my body i found an empty booth to sit at.
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