At that moment, Jacob reckoned that he was the only person on Mort glad for the rain. He'd stormed out of the flat, angry with the attitude his parents were taken with him and his girlfriend. And now he was sat on the steps of a fire escape, the rain cooling his skin and cooling his temper.
He glanced at his watch - 2 am. Downtown was getting quiet, another night of drinking, fighting and shagging over, its inhabitants making their way home.
He stood slowly, shaking the drops of water of his jacket and out of his hair. He pulled a crumpled and soggy pack of fags out of one of the pockets in his combat trousers. Sparking up his lighter he took a deep drag and exhaled slowly, amused as o how the rain split the smoke up as it dispersed.
He couldn't decide what to do. He could go back to his parents, see if they had calmed down any, see if they were willing to help him bring up his child. He could go to his girlfriends and see if her parents would let him stay the night.
Instead, Jacob decided to just walk. There was no rush to get home and the rain was easing up so he could just walk for a while and figure what he was going to do when the baby was born.
He must have walked for nearly an hour, not really thinking where he was going because he didn't recognise the sector he was in.
It was late and he was pretty tired so when he saw some boxes underneath a warehouses loading bay he decided to get some sleep.
He was awoken by the sound of talking in the alleyway outside. The voices were hushed and he couldn't hear what they were saying but they sounded to be getting closer.
"I tell you, I know that Slayer has sent a spy after us, I can feel him, all along my bones, all along my nerves. And I'm going to fucking kill him when I find him, going to fucking rip his brain oou"
'Shut up. No one knows that we exist, yet alone that we're gonna fucking make central look like cannibal sector 1.'
Jacob huddled into his box tighter, hardly daring to breathe. It was unfortunate that at that moment, the cellotape on the box tickled his nose.
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'What the fuck was that. Was that you Louie?'
"No boss, it came from over there."
Jacob heard the two speakers getting closer to the boxes he was in, but he had no where to go so he lay there, still as he could be.
"From these boxes here."
The box covering Jacob was lifted up and thrown away and Jacob could see the two men, a tall thin one pointing a gun at him, and a small chubby one holding the box.
'What have we here. A little kid from Downtown playing hide and seek in boxes?'
"He's Slayers spy, I knew it, I'm going to fucking kill him."
'Shut up and calm down. We need to know just how much he heard.
So little Downtown boy, how long have you been hiding here, listening to us?'
"Those boxes got thrown out last week, bet he's been spying on us for the past week..."
'I told you to shut the fuck up.
Come one little boy, what have you heard?'
Jacob kept his mouth shut. He'd only heard the tall one say that they planned to blow up Central, but if told them that, then he was more likely to die then if he kept quiet.
'Hmm, seems like your spy doesn't want to talk, you'd better get something to loosen his tongue.'
"Yeah, like my knife."
The last thing Jacob could remember before passing out was the small man looming towards him with a large, sharp knife in his hand.
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