'52

Warehouse 52

Walking past the cigar factory and into the mist of the dirty cobbled streets at night was a risk. Especially when dark shady men stand on every corner watching you. People laugh in the distance and seagulls squawk as i stumbled through the dimly lit underpass and over onto an estate filled with warehouses. by the gleaming lights of the small ships that ferry goods to and from the docks you could see the glow of the Reich building. The tallest tower in europe where Hitler himself lived when he wasn't at the eagles nest.

Along the river, warehouse number 52 was a derelict asbestos roofed structure only held together by the rust iron girders that propped it up, but the map said this was the place, and i doubted it too. This The last place id expect someone like Mario Arditi to be.

he was a proud Italian, a proud lover of the finer things in life. Like coffee with cream and biscuits. He wore nice shoes, had nice shiny hair and as usually seen walking around with a leather jacket with his favourite white shirt. It was amazing how things had changed.

I saw him smoking a cigarette outside the locked doors of the warehouse. I instantly knew it was him for the strange and slim shale of his body.
"George, i knew you would come!" He spoke with his very heavy accent.
"Its been ages. I would never expect you to be here, or there..." i said intrigued as to why he would ateal a book. "You forgot this-" i handed him the book and he suddenly looked sheepish and afraid. "Lets go inside, eh?" He looked at me in a rush to go into the warehouse. I walked towards the large doors. "This way" he pointed to the left side of the door where there was a gap in the chain fence where we walked and turned right to a rusty metal door marked '52'.

Five knocks follwed by two and the door was opened from the inside by a young blonde haired pale looking woman who wore red lipstick and a dress that barely covered her knee. Mario turns to me and looks at me in the eyes. "Im going to show you something very important. You must promise me whatever you believe you will not tell anyone..." i gulped in fear and nodded. He symbolled a hanging rope over his neck and said "or else. And i dont want it to come to that friend". I was scared and my mouth went dry as soon as we walked through the doors of that asbestos roofed warehouse.

Guns layed out on the table. Blackboard at the back of the room. The whole warehouse covered in tables and wires and all sorts of old crap that had accumulated there. There was old dome shaped lights that dimly lit the old storage. The smell of smoke filled the air as Mario took me towards the blackboard covered in scribbles and put the book down on the table.

He leaned in close and said: "Everything they taught you is a lie. I can prove it."