Damn, I'm too arrogant to call Jet back. He knows why I'm mad at him, so
I'll just wait around and look for Faye by myself, right? He'll call and
say sorry soon enough.
Man this place was trashy, I haven't been in this part of Tharsis in years. I mean, it was sleazy back then, maybe four years ago, but this blows any normal dump away. There's garbage all over the floor, bums sleeping in cardboard boxes, pill pushers on the corner of every street trying to make a living. I know what that's like...
I parked my ship on this empty block maybe a mile away, I've gone pretty far, and I've just been reminded that this is one big ass city, I could get lost. As I turned around, my transmitter beeped. It was Jet.
"Hey Spike."
"Yo,"
"I, uh, I'm sorry from hiding that McFoody's cheeseburgers from you alright!" Sweet, he admits.
"Yeah, it's alright, McFoody's sucks anyway. Do you still have Faye's location?"
"Yeah, she's still in the same spot. A few blocks away."
"Directions please? I'm on McDonald Street"
"Alright, good, just go straight ahead. It's number 613."
"Se ya later."
Nice, she's a few houses down, the building I'm standing in front of is 590. I walked down the street and I got a bad feeling, like a psychic one, you know. Maybe it was just me, but I started to run down the street until I reached crappy building number 613.
KNOCK KNOCK
I banged on the door uneasily to see if anyone was home-no answer.
"Faye!?" I tried to yell but this was a big metal door. Even if she was in one of the apartments, she probably can't hear me.
I kicked it and fell through, its doorknob fell off.
"Shit." I rubbed my head because I just banged it on the corner of a wall by the door.
"Hey Faye!?" I yelled up the stairs, I didn't wanna step on them, I was nervous I'd fall through. Was she even there?
"I know you're fucking up there!" I guess she wasn't.
I carefully walked up the creaky stairs until I reached the first floor. There were three doors, I don't think anyone's up here. I called Jet, just to confirm if this is the right building.
"Hello?"
"Jet, I don't think there's anyone even here. Is this the right building?"
"Did you take the other tracking device with you? I'll see where you are."
"Yeah it's in my pocket." I checked my pocket to make sure.
"Hold on-yep, you're only fifteen feet away from her signal."
"Oh. She must be in the last door down the hall. I'll call you when I get my Goddamn money back."
I hung up the transmitter. This would be good, I'll bust in, pull my Jericho, and tell her to give the money back. She wouldn't expect that. But why would she be in such a shitty place like this, and stay here?
I guess I'm about to see...
Man this place was trashy, I haven't been in this part of Tharsis in years. I mean, it was sleazy back then, maybe four years ago, but this blows any normal dump away. There's garbage all over the floor, bums sleeping in cardboard boxes, pill pushers on the corner of every street trying to make a living. I know what that's like...
I parked my ship on this empty block maybe a mile away, I've gone pretty far, and I've just been reminded that this is one big ass city, I could get lost. As I turned around, my transmitter beeped. It was Jet.
"Hey Spike."
"Yo,"
"I, uh, I'm sorry from hiding that McFoody's cheeseburgers from you alright!" Sweet, he admits.
"Yeah, it's alright, McFoody's sucks anyway. Do you still have Faye's location?"
"Yeah, she's still in the same spot. A few blocks away."
"Directions please? I'm on McDonald Street"
"Alright, good, just go straight ahead. It's number 613."
"Se ya later."
Nice, she's a few houses down, the building I'm standing in front of is 590. I walked down the street and I got a bad feeling, like a psychic one, you know. Maybe it was just me, but I started to run down the street until I reached crappy building number 613.
KNOCK KNOCK
I banged on the door uneasily to see if anyone was home-no answer.
"Faye!?" I tried to yell but this was a big metal door. Even if she was in one of the apartments, she probably can't hear me.
I kicked it and fell through, its doorknob fell off.
"Shit." I rubbed my head because I just banged it on the corner of a wall by the door.
"Hey Faye!?" I yelled up the stairs, I didn't wanna step on them, I was nervous I'd fall through. Was she even there?
"I know you're fucking up there!" I guess she wasn't.
I carefully walked up the creaky stairs until I reached the first floor. There were three doors, I don't think anyone's up here. I called Jet, just to confirm if this is the right building.
"Hello?"
"Jet, I don't think there's anyone even here. Is this the right building?"
"Did you take the other tracking device with you? I'll see where you are."
"Yeah it's in my pocket." I checked my pocket to make sure.
"Hold on-yep, you're only fifteen feet away from her signal."
"Oh. She must be in the last door down the hall. I'll call you when I get my Goddamn money back."
I hung up the transmitter. This would be good, I'll bust in, pull my Jericho, and tell her to give the money back. She wouldn't expect that. But why would she be in such a shitty place like this, and stay here?
I guess I'm about to see...