Stian entered a narrow alleyway between the blank faced building and what seemed like an apartment complex. A steel door only a few meters down was on the right. Stian approached it and entered a series of rapid knocks. 1-2-2-1-4 He waited. After about five minutes he entered them again. 1-2-2-1-4 Soon the voice of an old woman who had been smoking for far too long answered. [i]”Wrong code. If you wanted to catch us you need more recent updates” [/i] “Are you admitting guilt already Crane?” Silence was his only reply for a second before a large bolt was heard scraping across metal. A weathered old woman of about 80 stared with daggers. She wore an ancient dress of faded green and a small white hat. Her hair was tied in a neat bun and she held an intricate cane that didn’t match at all. [i]”Steve was it? No no no... Scrape... Sloan...” [/i] “Stian. Good to see you too, Crane” [i]”That’s right, Sylvester. Now why are you here?”[/i] “For your delicious meals of-“ [i]”Quit telling people I’m a restaurant. You know how many people stop by now?”[/i] The woman waved her free hand and started inside. [i]”You’re already here so come on in”[/i] Stian turned to the young girl, “As you can see I’m quite popular” [i]”No, you’re not, Scrag”[/i]