Snippet #1081263

Fantasy looked to the sky. He was standing in a crowd on the sidewalk. From here he saw a kid running on the roofs and saw another run out of an alley. He also had seen a woman race to the bus. He disregarded these as right now it had nothing to do with him at the moment. He turned into an alley and knocked on a door. There was a knock back and the door opened.

"Anyone see you come here?" A gruff voice asked on an intercom system.
"I'm sure people saw me turn into the alley, but no one followed me here as far as I know." Fantasy replied to no one in particular.
"Third door on the left. Up 3 flights of stairs. We will be with you shortly." The voice said.

Jeez, does the room change all the time?? Fantasy wondered silently to himself. He went to the third door to the left and opened it to reveal a flight of stairs. He went up three of them and got off on the third floor. He looked down the hallway, and realized, they didn't specify which room to go to. He looked once more down the hall, then sat down by the door. Since there was nothing left to do, he pulled his sword out from his back, where his vest covered the blade and began to polish it.

About ten minutes later, a small man walked down the hall. He stopped in front of Fantasy. "They're waiting for you. Room 309." Fantasy thanked the man and got up. Once at room 309 He knocked and was let in.

"Anything new to report?" The gruff voice said. This time, in person.
"Nothing out of the ordinary in my district chief." Fantasy replied to the man.
"Good. Got a new assignment for you. There has been a call about a bombing at this address. I want you to go access the situation and call me at 24:00 tomorrow night. Use the private line." The Chief handed Fantasy a slip of paper. On the paper there was an address which Fantasy memorized and tossed into the shredder.
"Got it sir."

Fantasy left the building out the front door. Some people in the crowd looked his way then back in front of them. He walked down the street towards the address the Chief had given him. Some of the police officers he passed whispered to themselves, looking at him and more importantly, at the hilt protruding from his vest. How they would love to bag me. Unfortunately for them, Fantasy was working undercover for the Chief of Police, and all the local officers knew it.