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With all the chaos that the fire in District 3 had caused it was easy for people who were not supposed to be in the ‘nicer’ districts to slip in with no problems form the soldiers. It also helped that the soldiers were starting their nightly sweep of the wall perimeter to look for stragglers who had gotten outside.

Two of Mavrik’s gang looked sideways at each other, then down at the paper with a apartment address and number scribbled on it. “So the Boss wants us to do what exactly with this punk?” A short and chunky man with greasy black hair, plastered more on his chubby face by the rain that had opened up in the sky as it fell on the city. His partner, a tall muscular man with thinning hair hidden under a ragged baseball cap shrugged.

“Boss wants us to look around… find out where the Punk has his fingers and toes… cause a little trouble for him if we can… find the blond kid that’s always with him and ‘pick him up’ for the Boss…. Say’s that the ginger rat would do anything to protect the little blond punk.” The man rolled his shoulder as the pair of them moved.

In Aren’s apartment Tristan had fallen into a light doze leaning back against the couch when the sound of heavily booted feet sounded in the hall outside of the front door. Since he had not been fully asleep Tristan jumped at the sound, wide blue eyes looked towards the door. It didn’t sound like soldier boots…. To clunkly… was someone lost?

Tristan heard gruff voices outside the door.

“This isn’t the right floor… the letters don’t match…. Come on… there can’t be that many floors….” A voice that sounded like it was dipped in grease said to another. It made Tristan’s skin crawl.

“Well not all of us even know what these damned squiggles mean Henrik.” A deeper, muscular sounding voice growled back to the greasy voice before the booted feet echoed down the hall… a few minutes later Tristan could hear muted footsteps in the apartment above him. Or at least the floor above. His and Ian’s apartment was the ones under the roof, so the top floor, it was odd to heard footsteps above him…

With what he had learnt about Mavrik, Tristan suspected that the voices form the hall where working for his brother’s old partner...what where his goons doing in District 1? This couldn't be good.
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Outside the city a few men in ragged gear and worm and rare night vision goggles were moving cargo… more dead bodies… of those who betrayed the gang and those who their boss had killed once he was bored with them...poor souls. They’d also been told to keep their eyes peeled for the bitch Taka who had escaped the fire meant to kill her… Mavrik wanted the asian bitch dead. She was no longer useful to them according to their boss… mostly because she wasn't one who agreed with the plan to overtake the other districts….

The rain made it hard to see even with their night vision goggles, most slid them down around their necks, old pros by now about moving around these streets at night. “Heard Clancy got a fake job…. The one that Boss gives to all those not worth the bullets in his gun… sent him to ‘guard’ some fake stash…. Heard he got into it with the ginger rat that used to run with Boss… the rat was escorting someone… no clue who… well as long as the rat stays in his District i personally don’t give a crap.” One of the group said as they all muttered similar things.

The bodies were heavy but they were all built to handle it.