The supposedly friendly man closed the door behind him and turned towards you. "Are you hurt?" he asked, seemingly concerned.
Who the hell was this man? As far as you knew, you'd never seen him before, and judging by his polished looks he couldn't be in the same line of work as you. Strange...
Getting to your feet, you started asking the obvious questions. The man answered each question in a satisfactory way as the two of you quickly moved up the stairs of the shabby building.
On what probably was the third floor, the gentleman stopped in front of another door.
"Are we gonna get in or what?" you asked between heavy breaths of exhaustion.
Still not trusting the man entirely, you fastened the grip on your .567 Magnum, ready to do what was required...
You knock him unconcious and escape on your own...
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