7-195: Snow Lake Streets
Chris makes a noise at the man’s approach, but there is no further interaction. The chatter from around the fire has subsided to silence.
A glance behind shows that by the time Oliver, Fromm and Chris are 50m down the block, the locals have disappeared from around the fire and are nowhere to be seen, leaving only the burning chair in the barrel crackling away.
The building that is their destination is about 150m along from the intersection.
It is a four-storey ugly block of dark concrete. There are no windows on the ground floor front, only a glass entrance door covered with a metal security screen.
The door is locked, requiring an ID tag to enter. Next to the door is a call box, allowing communication with the residents by pressing the appropriate apartment number.
The address Oliver has is for number 406.
“Hmm… Buzz in or sneak in, do you think? This area’s a lot less… reputable… than I imagined. Maybe we will have some trouble if we announce ourselves.”