Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20190718182404/@comment-26173711-20190730174747

Gotcha. Houston thought as he quickly dispatched the guard. He stuffed it inside a body bag and dragged it to a nearby dumpster.

Now... Where was I? Houston thought.

The police box. Demeter replied.

Right.

Houston silently approached it. "Why isn't it guarded?" He muttered. The heister tried opening it, but it was locked. "Shit... Of course."