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Sitrel sat at a table in the center of the small hidden room, the room contained a motly assortment of things, a small bed, a table, one chair, some cupboards, and a gun rack, he poured himself a bottle of whisky and took a swig.

Sitrel landed with a soft splosh onto the concrete paths of the sewers, he looked up ,"Come on"

Sitrel took her hand once again, "to my home," he whispered, he led her through some strange passages, and groaning, moaning, and other strange noises could be heard thorught the sewers, "Ignore the noises,"

Sitrel found the brick he was looking for, he pressed it, and a section of wall began to slide inward, revealing a large entrance, "So noone can find me," he answered, leading her inside, the 'house' was small, containing a small bed, television, coach, table with two chairs, and three doors led to other rooms, "Make yourself comfortable, while I get my stuff," he opened a rough brown door to their left, and went inside, as the door was open you could catch a small climpse of a room filled with weapons,

His voice floated into room, "seven years," he said, a shuffle of metal and plastic could be heard,

Sitrel emerged from the room, a shotgun slung over his back, a Uzi tucked in hte belt, and two pistols holstered near his sides, "Geting ready," he walked over to the table and reached under, a small ripping sound, like tape coming off, and then Sitrel held a grenade in his hand, A FRAG to be more percise, "where we're going, the people don't like me,"

"we're going to the docks..." Sitrel loaded his shotgun, it went with a click, "I've got a hide away there, you'll be safe there, and if your hungry, feed on some of the gang members there, I won't mind," he loaded his Uzi next, "when you'r ready, we'll leave,"