voleur [h.s]

10

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darling, life's a bitch
and then you die.

that's why we drink

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Why are we falling? Oh great that's it I'm going to get murdered. This was all a set up and im going to die. Yay for me then I guess.

Suddenly the elevator doors open to black hallway lined with black metal doors. I follow the guys out and down the end of the hallway, pushing my previous thoughts to the back of my head.

"Ok so now for your apartment.." Ace trails off.

"Why do I need an apartment? What do I need it for?" I ask.

"For you to stay in silly, what else?" Wesson jokes before stopping outside a door with the numbers 16 in gold letters in the middle of one of it. A keypad on the left side.

"Scan your tattoo" he instructs, gesturing to the keypad on the side. I do as told and a green light apears at the top of the door, followed by the sound of a lock unlocking. I turn the handle and walk inside.

It's a normal room. For sure it was going to be a torture chamber.

The door opens straight into a dark themed living room, a long grey sofa facing a black painted wall with a large flatscreen covering most of it. Behind the couch is a black bar with a hallway just before it on the right of the entry. Then a huge floor to ceiling window looking out to a balcony?

Are we not underground?

( ^^ an example of the apt )

Without hesitation I walk toward the balcony and slide open the glass panel sliding door. I step out onto the balcony and notice that we are in fact still underground. However the balcony looks over another street?

"Is that a street?" I ask as I hear two pairs of footsteps come up behind me.

"Yes. It's the Main Street down here" Ace answers as he comes to stand next to me.

"What is down here though?"

"Like I said. Underground mafia base" he says bluntly. A mafia base that's under an abandoned train station, with streets and apartments.. yeah sure buddy.

"Quickly look around, we need to get to your weapon fitting" Wesson says as they both walk back into the living room and throw them self on the couch. I walk back in, closing the door behind me and heading past the living room to the hallway. It's short with a mirror covering the entire end wall. Still, it's dark. Grey cement walls and black doors.Two doors on either side.

I open the first on right and it opens up to a small dark bedroom, no windows. Predictable. A small single sized bed fitted with grey silk sheets on a black leather bed frame against the wall to my left. A long thin mirror horizontal on the wall above it. Two mirrored covered side tables on each side. A matching dresser across from it. A white fluffy rug under the dresser and the end of the bed,  covering the majority of the dark wood flooring.