Zach's POV.
I didn't head to the coffee shop/ bar, instead I took a drive to the outskirts of the city. I was going so far out and away because this is around the area that the weapon deals were recorded to go down.
I wanted to find any information or clues about the deals before I started to take them down.
It took me around two hours to get to the location. It was really out of the way, a perfect spot for secret meetings and deals.
As I pulled the car over into a parking spot i noticed how shitty and run down this place was. It truly looked like the slums from a fantasy story.
The once smooth and clean street became broken and tattered with potholes everywhere. The city street lights that illuminated the surroundings were either broken in half or just simply didn't exist anymore.
Home's that once looked like normal family cookie cutters, now had barbed wire fences and wood boards blocking the windows. The sides of their houses were falling apart and even though I couldn't see their roofs, I am sure they were filled with holes as well.
The normal everyday person seeing this might shock them but to me who lives on the battlefield in forgotten cities and third world countries this is nothing new.
No in fact the neighborhood here might be a bit more well off then what I am used to seeing. Though it might be callous of me to say, I could care less about them.
They will get no such sympathy from me.
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Anyways after hiding my car and finding a good spot to do a steak out at, I hunkered down for the day. I was trying to find the ins and outs of everyone in the neighborhood and determine a schedule for them.
I wanted to know what everyone did for a living whether that was the neighbor or what kind of job they did. Nothing was sacred, I had a mission to complete, and nothing was going to stop me from finishing it.
I took out my camera and notebook from the backpack that I brought and started my work.
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For the next few days things were rather peaceful and mundane. I would wake up every morning and do my run or mini workout. Drive with Eve to work and then drive over to the slums and continue my recon.
Nothing strange or out of the ordinary.
Though I was able to find out that the little old lady down the street in the slums has been giving some 'sugar' to basically any man that comes to her front door. Apparently, she is pretty good because they keep coming back for more 'sugar'.
I wouldn't be caught dead over there getting 'sugar'.
Anyway, after a while of another slow day in the slums, a sudden new person entered the game.
He was bald and brawny with tan skin and from what i could see sticking out from his clothes, he had some ink. Low and behold he headed straight towards the old grannie's front door.
A sudden thought sprouted in my mind, that I was more than likely have to make a visit to the old lady's house soon.
"Oh, I am so going to regret this." I said out loud.