Footsteps

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Footsteps.

The answer is footsteps.

But how is that an answer?

You're supposed to be their sniper and all they give you is footsteps?

Is it another riddle?

A website?

A person?

Dumb dance?

A place?

You throw another cover back and knock your knee against the wall before flipping onto your back, letting your head hang over the edge as you gaze off at the wall.

This stupid riddle is going to have you rolling over in your grave if you don't get it decoded soon. You're already an insomniac from the questions knocking around inside your head.

"What are you doing?"

Your gaze moves slowly to the inquiring figure at your door, rubbing their eyes and squinting to see.

"What time is it?" You ask in response, avoiding the question.

"About five."

"A.M.?"

"No, FM, genius."

You shrug and look at the card again, slowly sliding off the bed.

"What is it?"

"A secret code," you answer absently, not even considering if it may be safe to release such information.

"Uh huh... follow the breadcrumbs.. meet me at the planetarium.." They roll their eyes and take a look around your room. "Just be quiet or get out. You're making too much noise." They leave your door ajar as they retreat to their room, certainly knowing it would annoy you. The least they could do following a kind conversation.

As you go to deliberately slam your door, noting in any case how civil the conversation was, an idea strikes you.

Follow the breadcrumbs. Meet them at the planetarium.

Your door slammed and your room mate voicing several curses directed for you alone, you jet across the room to your desk where you start up your laptop, typing maniacally.

Footsteps company

26,900,000 results in 0.35 seconds, and you only need to scroll through three.

Now it sounds familiar. Now it makes sense.

Everything just clicks.

Footsteps Manufacturing co., locally known as the abandoned warehouse near the industrial district.

Do you...

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