"Screw it, I'm just walking in!"

The hologram temporarily subsided. The metal door slid to the side, revealing a small corridor.

R.C. ducked down and stepped through the doorway. The ceiling of the passage was low, which forced him to remain hunched over. The door closed behind him, which sealed off any light from the outside. It was fairly dark now.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a smartphone. It had a hard blue case with a Brime logo on the back. The screen was full of cracks. The service was disconnected since he couldn't afford it, but he still was able to flip on its backlight.

The phone light illuminated the path in front of him. The wall and ceiling were all Metallic. It seemed like he was in more of a ventilation shaft than a hallway.

He continued moving forward. The passage was surprisingly long.

After a while he could hear voices. There seemed to be a dim light ahead. R.C. thought for a moment, Screw it, I'm just walking in! Worst that happens is they kill me.

He arrogantly walked forward not caring what happened next.

He stepped out of the metal shaft and into a fairly large room. It was dimly lit by work lamps in each corner. There was what looked like a service desk up front. To the right of that was a large bulletin board. On the left side of the room there was what looked to be a bar. In the center there were chairs and tables were scattered all around.

There were surprisingly a lot of people there. Some were sitting around drinking at the bar. Others were in groups chatting or some were off sitting alone. Overall everyone was fairly rough looking.

The only person that was really out of place was the man that stood at the service desk. He was wearing a black suit and had sunglasses on. His black hair was slicked back and his face was clean shaven.

As R.C. entered the room he was suddenly noticed by everyone. The room went quiet and everyone stared at him. It was obvious he didn't belong there.

The man in the suit instantly picked up a phone and seemed to say something into it. Two more men in suits came out from a back room. They were both armed with Uzis.

"Come with us." One of them said to R.C. in a cold tone as he pointed the gun at him.

R.C. put his hands up and did as they ordered. He followed them to a backroom. There was a single chair in the center.

"Take a seat" one of the armed men said.

He sat down. In front of him was a large screen. It turned on and a silhouette of a man appeared.

A deep distorted voice spoke, "who are you and how did you find this place?"

"Name's R.C., I heard some rumors about a place where I could make some money for collecting cans."

"He already knows too much. Do the thing to him." The man behind the screen ordered the men in suits.

One of them pulled out a syringe and shoved it into the base of R.C.’s skull.

What is with people stabbing me with syringes? This is the second time in two days! R.C. thought to himself as he winced from the pain.

The man on the screen spoke again, "You have two choices you can either leave or you can get involved with all this. The choice is up to you."

"I don't understand, you're giving me the choice to leave?" R.C. asked confused.

"Yes. You were just injected with a highly advanced nano bot. It will crawl into your brain and implant itself into it. It makes it so you physically can't tell anyone anything about us, unless they have the same nanobot."

R.C. chuckled a bit, "I see. That's not so bad. Anyways, what I want to know is how I can make some money?"

"Alright, so I take it that you aren't leaving? In that case, have the union boss fill him in on everything."

With that, the screen went blank and turned off. One of the men in suits went to get whoever the union boss was.

This group's response to him being there was insanely swift. Everything happening though was vague and ominous. R.C. still had no idea what was going on. The only thing that really mattered to him was if he could make some cash.