Shaking Hands

Adam fluffs his jacket, the blue winter coat staving off the chill of the night.  Looking up the wide streets the single form walking in the dark has his phone out, head close to his face as he watches his GPS trying to get his way to a specific warehouse.  It has been over thirty minuets since he climbed out of the cab but even now he refuses to call the number that Seran had given him at their last parting over five months ago.  Okay so ifff....six is here and marcos is here....then im right...Okay. Finding his bearings Adam starts up the street, slipping his phone into his pocket and walking out of the light of a street lamp.

After two blocks of walking Adam finds his way to a single small ware house in comparison to the other buildings in the area. This one is only two stories tall and has what appears to be a four bay garage, maybe some kind of maintenance bay or something. Walking up to the metal door leading into the office portion of the building Adam knocks on the steel door, the address of the building printed in steel letters above the frame. The sound of the metal rings deep into the building and along the street when Adam tries the door handle. Yeah I'm not waiting. Its creepy out here.