A limousine pulled up on a worn-down apartment complex. A well-kept man stepped out, adjusting his tie overlooking the dump with a keen eye. His assistant stepped out, shaking some mud off her heel. "Sir, I must ask, must we really do this? No one would know."
"Worry not Felicity, this is important. We won't be here long."
"I'm not worried about that Montague sir, it's more of a why?"
The Montague closed the car door behind him shaking his head. "It's a responsibility I can no longer ignore. I have to face it myself."
The two walked through the apartment complex, which had rubbish and graffiti scattered everywhere. There were holes in the wall alongside a foul smell lingering through the building. Felicity was staring down at her tablet, gathering all the information she needed. They passed a few people who would just stare at the two well-dressed individuals with hate and disgust. "Something tells me they don't want us here."
