The Ghost Told Me About it.
“What do we have here?” says Mason as he rummages through a bunch of papers on a decorative table.
As he looked through the papers, he starts to think about who the people are that were devising these plans. They have to be some pretty bad people. They are trying to blow up City Hall for cripes sake.
Mason continues to look around in the dilapidated apartment. Past the desk in the entry way, was the living room. A tattered up, floral print couch lay under the window to the left. It had stains and holes from whats looked to be years of heavy use. In front of that was a coffee table with an over filled ash tray and a bunch of empty take out containers. The floor was a raggedy carpet. What was once new and white, now light brown with darker brown spots. It was pretty obvious this place was lacking the basic cleaning supplies.
As he rounded the corner to head into the kitchen, he heard multiple car doors slam in rapid succession. He looked out the window and saw 3 brawny men walking towards the apartment entrance. He turned and ran back towards the door, grabbing the papers as he passed the table. As he exits the door he hears the men getting close. He runs up the stairs towards the roof, while trying to call the only person he could trust. Verona.
“Verona, answer your phone, dammit”