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By now he was getting a little antsy. He had not way of contacting the boss, even when he picked up the phone, he was met with nothing but silence. The confusion he was feeling was turning into panic. He had to clear his head and figure this out, even if he thought it was more important to find a way to talk to the boss.

Priorities had to be shifted here.

How could this happen, was all that resonated in his head. Why was he so unlucky. Chewing on his lip, he just looked around, across all the inhabitants of the city. None looked at all familiar, no one else from the gang seemed to be here either. Was that good or was that bad? He couldn’t actually tell. But he had to focus, focus on this city and getting around in it. Deciding to just go for it and walk around trying to remember the vague number in his head of the apartment, he turned on his heel, slamming directly into someone behind him.

Surprised and disoriented from the notion, he stumbled back, tripping and landing on his back on the ground. Sitting up, he stared at the person, a little intimidated by how they appeared.

“A-ah, scusa,”