I stared down at my trashed converse and ripped jeans with my head bowed as I awaited the doors screeching open. I knew that Four had come from somewhere no one had ever heard of but spoke mainly German.
The edge of the doorway darkened even further than it was in the darkness of night. "Vier."
He entered and jogged in. "What's up my man?"
"Not a lot. You know, the usual. Larito disappearing, the twelve appearing. Nothing strange at all." I responded sarcastically.
Vier laughed. "You're a funny guy."
"I am indeed."
A silence settled in the warehouse as we both looked down at the ground for a minute.
"Sorry about Larito. He was so smart. A kid like that shouldn't have to disappear." He sighed and looked up again. "Nothing you or me could have done about it though. Although, you can now. If you manage this deal well, you might get to go where I came from."
I frowned, shaking my head. "Right... Like anyone can bring back the dead..."
"Who said he was dead?"
I was about to respond to Vier but he was already gone.
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