Snippet #752060

Riley woke up to the sound blaring from his alarm he looked over at his watch 7:00 AM, he got himself up and started to get over the room to his wardrobe. In the process he stepped on the alarm clock which was under a pile of toppled books. He hopped on one foot and let loose a string of curses. When the pain in his foot subsided he looked around the room that was his new residence, The office above the garage was dull and full of piles of paperwork which were balanced precariously on the table and the few chairs dotted around the room. He maneuvered himself around these obstacles and found some of his clothes and put them on. His old place had been nicer, but this new place was defiantly more peaceful. Riley opened the door to the office, which led to stairs down into the garage, Instantly he was hit by the smell of oil and petrol fumes. He looked around the garage and put some of the tools he had left out last night. He walked to the door and picked up the mail and looked through, the usual bills but one letter caught his eye. It had no envelope and it said, "I know what you are, come to warehouse 42 if you want answers" Riley was inertially shocked by the contents of the letter. This must be a joke or something some idiots idea of a prank, but a small part of his brain started to think, "what if it's true what if they can get rid of this" he smiled a normal life, worth the risk. He stepped out into the fresh morning air and walked to the main road and hailed a taxi.
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Later the taxi arrived at the estate and Riley got out and paid the driver and quickly moved towards the warehouse. He gave the building a quick once over, it looked old and dilapidated. He walked along towards an already opened door and wondered whether he should knock or not. He decided against knocking if he just walked in he could try the sorry wrong door excuse. It was a rubbish excuse but it would have to do, he entered though the opened door and noticed others standing around he just walked in as quietly as he could but he brushed past some old rakes, Which toppled noisily to the ground. He looked around at the others as the clattering started to die down.