Misha
"Misha, I think I hear voices," Anon says to me as we move down the hall.
"Shh, it's alright. Just stay quiet. Keep close." I say as I hug the wall.
It sounds like there are a few people in the next room. It seems to be a common space so it's open with no doors. From what I can tell there are at least 3, maybe 4 people in that room. I don't know what's behind us either. It was a 50/50 guess in what direction we should have taken. Let's hope this is the lesser of two evils.
We slowly inch our way closer. As we get close we can hear the conversation more clearly.
"I doubt we will be paid this time either. I don't know what the fuck is going on but that old fart has stopped paying us on time." One man says.
"Well, he was always talking about his plan being the thing that makes him more powerful, not rich. I wonder what the fuck he is trying to do." Another man says.
