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Descending to the bottom floor, the coast seems to be clear. There are half a dozen abandoned cars down here. You notice a stray cat near the entrance you drove in through, a grey tortoiseshell moving at a leisurely pace in the direction of the vacant attendant's booth. You hear a faint thudding. Your eyes snap in the direction of the elevator, which is on the other end of the deck from where you entered. Despite being near the edge, this corner seems to be the darkest part of the first floor.
You creep back up to the second story like a shadow, and when you peek above the top step, the only thing amiss is another stray cat, orange and flat-faced sitting atop your truck. It glances at you momentarily, but doesn't seem interested. You move up to the third floor with your gun in front of you, eyes narrowed. Peeking above the top step you see a man standing alone, in a parking spot that seems to be directly above your truck. He seems to see you just as you see him, so you level your gun directly with his head and take a few more steps up, and onto the landing. You keep Anastasia behind you, tucked in close.
He seems to be middle aged, with dark skin and a strong jaw. He has an understanding smile that pisses you off a bit. Something is off about his eyes, but you can't tell what from here, maybe thirty yards away or so. He's got on black slacks, a purble, short-sleeved button up shirt, and a gold necklace, with a hi-vis vest that has a label on the chest you can't make out, like he's a road worker or parking attendant. His hands are in his pockets and they stay there when you point your weapon at him.
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