He drunkenly tailed her up the flights of stairs until he arrived in front of her room. “Let’s go in.” she said turning the key in the lock. Wolf stepped into the room in front of Fey. The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Calling the room clean would be an understatement. The room was reminiscent of a place that was quarantined as not a speck of dust was to be seen nor a decoration out of place. However before Wolf had time to comment on the state of cleanliness he heard Fey speak behind him. “Got him.” He quickly turned around almost losing balance (he was pretty hammered after all). “Give up Wolf, your too drunk to even remember your name.” Wolf swayed on the spot while she pointed the strange weapon at him. “Night,” she stated calmly firing at him right between the eyes. He went out like a light making a heavy thud when he collided with the floor.
His eyes cracked open. Light flooded where ever he was. He heard Fey talking to someone over a walkie-talkie. “Looks like he’s up.” She said walking towards him. Where was he?
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