The car was silent for a long time, finally Sid broke the silence “so, tell me about our mark” Dave looked over at him, he seemed worried “the real reason I’m bringing you with me Sid” he started “is because our mark is extremely dangerous. The only person who survived meeting this person, swears to this day the person had horns” he said dryly. “Horns?” Sid asked, raising an eyebrow “yeah, can you tell why I’m worried?” Sid nodded slightly, and the car was silent again.
As they drove the buildings somehow appeared dingier, more run down than usual. His bearded brethren huddled around flaming trash cans. It somehow became darker, even though it was around noon, it was almost pitch black. “Wait, our mark is in the fucking ghetto?!” Sid asked infuriated, “yep, you know what that means; we have to do this the old fashioned way, no firearms.” Dave said matter-of-factly, Sid actually perked up a little. Dave stopped the car at a pitch black alleyway, “it’s too narrow, we’re walking from here, come on” they both got out of the car and made their way into the pitch black alleyway. As Sid scanned the distance he could see a shape in a far off window, horns.
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