On Adventure

Like all good stories, it started with me and a dame. The dame was Traci, and they call me the Fox. We'd worked together before, but never on a job this gritty. Normally I don't like doing dirty work, but a guy's gotta eat, and sometimes you just have to go where the dough is. We got a call from a lady, a lady named Joye. Unfortunately, the job she had for us was no laughing matter. You see she wanted us to move some counterfeits. Those weren't the words she used of course, but she was sending us to The Paper Room, and everyone knew what came out of there. It was a place Traci and I had only heard about, never seen. The hardest part was figuring out how to find it. People in our position usually try to avoid the slums, but we had a job to do.
We started out at Al's. You can usually find out what you need to know around Al's. There were always people going in and out, and most of them knew more than they needed to. We started asking at the bar, but no one there knew anything about The Paper Room.
Somebody must have overheard because soon we were approached by a big guy who had info to sell. His name was Matt, but he went by Erd. Nobody knew how he got the name, but everybody knew he had earned it. He was one of Big Dan's boys, and he told us he had the info we needed. Then, there he was. Big Dan himself. He was the toughest gangster in the city, and he had his fingers in every illegal operation that went on. Normally he charged for information like this, but he decided to treat this one as a favour, something he liked to do to ensure kind treatment in the future. He had Erd take us to down to The Paper Room, and when I say down, I mean down.
It was no wonder we had never been able to find it before. The thing was buried in the deepest recesses of the city. Beneath the sewers we repelled down a deep shaft that lead to a large open cavern: The Paper room. There was no telling how long The Paper Room had been buried or how it had even gotten there, but it was there that we found our shipment. We had it delivered to Joye in an hour, but apparently counterfeits were only the start. Next she had a package for us to deliver.
We didn't like it. We had already had a long day, and it was turning into a long night. Not to mention we had already had one ride too many on the darker side of town. But money was money, and this job paid. It was no ordinary package we had to deliver, this was a big one, and it was hot, radioactive hot. No one was saying anything, but we had a feeling we had our hands on something explosive. Not only that, but it was going straight to Big Dan. Unfortunately, finding Big Dan isn't always as easy as it was at Al's. He never stayed in one place long. We decided to spend as little time as possible with the package, and went right to the source. In the toughest part of town where most working folks are afraid to set foot is the Plant. Any deal with dirt on it went down around the Plant and that was where Big Dan kept his headquarters.
He had a girl that worked for him, covering all the business up front. She was a smart dame, but not even she knew everything Big Dan was up to. Nevertheless, that's where Traci and I started. The girl called up Big Dan, but he didn't answer. So she took us to his office, a place we had heard tell about, but never actually seen. Then, there we were, looking into the office of one of the toughest men in the city. Just like that, the package was gone, and the door was closed. And that was the end of our journey to the underbelly. It was a dark journey, one that still haunts me, but we survived.
Now you might say, that we just went down an elevator to a basement storage room, and that it was just a banner that we delivered to a Maintnence worker, but things are never just what they seem. Someday maybe I'll know what I delivered that day, but for now, I'm just another shmo, trying to earn a living, trying to keep my hands clean.