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Paradise City Part 6

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Michael gives the man a look that clearly informs him he better start acting asleep again, before following Nicholas.
 
The man moves his mouth, but only complete gibberish comes out as he falls back over.

The main floor of the building is decrepit, the wood on the floor being damaged and the walls moldy. There's a couch in front of a cracked TV and a mini fridge next to that. There's a set of stairs leading both up and down.
 
Lab
Downstairs is an extremely well made laboratory, with one man in a heavy chemical protection suit attending to it all. He does not seem to notice Nicholas.
 
Well, well, well, what do we have here? Nicholas thinks to himself as he looks around, his Stand begins manifesting near him.
 
The lab is well run, clearly producing massive amounts of methamphetamine. The man still does not notice.
 
Michael follow the path Nicholas did before stumbling in front of the man.
 
Nicholas fully manifests his Stand and flies behind cover in the room fast enough that the man shouldn't notice him once he notices Michael.
 
Ass

Michael was cornered until he thought of something. Summoning Shoot to Thrill's arms, he activated Hard as a Rock as quietly as he could, shifting the wall around him and resealing it.

The space was cramped as Hell and he was pretty sure he was working on limited oxygen, but he had left a minuscule peep hole.
 
The man seems very confused.

"Does my suit have a hole or something?" He mutters to himself, walking up the stairs.
 
Michael makes a conscious effort to slow down his breathing as much as possible, both to preserve air in the extremely tiny and cramped cavity as well as to not alert the man in any way.

He really wished he hadn't used up Emission Control right now.
 
Nicholas exits his hiding spot rapidly and follows behind the man, he then has DSMN grab the man from behind and block his mouth.
 
Michael hears sounds of struggle, faint as they are, and emerges from the wall, Shoot to Thrill ready, only to see Nicholas restraining the man.
 
[Heck ill just say ive been following Michael]

"Why exactly are you restraining that man?" Otto asks a but concerned.
 
DSMN carries the man back down the stairs. Once they get down there the Stand speaks: "You will tell us everything you know about the people you work for. Try and call for help and you will regret it."

The Stand removes its hand from the man's mouth, however it still is holding him down.
 
Michael stays resigned, but nonetheless has Shoot to Thrill ready to punch the man the instant a sound he isn't supposed to make come out of his mouth.
 
"I think he may have passed out from fear." DSMN Responds, with Nicholas standing some distance away and observing the man.
 
"That's unfortunate. But it probably means he's not a Stand user at least. I don't think they'd be cowardly, at least not right off the bat like this. Still, we should take the time to look around here."
 
The room has several bags of meth, most of it looking very high quality, with the exception of one bag with a red sticker on it.

The man twitches slightly.
 
Michael does not seem to notice the man twitching, instead moving closer to the bag that had caught his eye. Projecting Shoot to Thrill, he grabbed a hold of the back and brought it up to his face to get a close look.
 
"Then put a gag or somethin' in his mouth. We don't need him yapping just yet," Michael says, secretly having Shoot to Thrill keep an eye on him the entire time. "What the Hell even is this stuff? I've had a couple of friends in the gang, but they never talked about shit like this."
 
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