Something about this place gave Vega an uneasy feeling in her stomache. The buildings lining the street were not necessarily in dangerous levels of disrepair, but they had certainly seen better days. And even more, there was absolutely no one else walking on the street. No hurried businessmen, no playing children, not even the scattering of a stray cat.
Vega's eyes caught the signage on one of these houses, 516. "Hmm, this must be it," she said to herself with a shrug as she approached the nondescript building.
A plain panel was mounted next to the door and by the looks of it compared to the rest of the building it appeared to be installed quite recently. Vega took out the keycard given to her by LAW management and pressed it against the panel until she heard the click of the door, beckoning her inside. The interior was quite a bit different than she expected: while the exterior of the house did not seem to have been touched in over 30 years, the walls inside appeared to be recently painted and the furniture all looked quite new, a faint wavering plastic and wood smell of freshly assembled flat-pack furninature giving it away further.
Her eyes bounced around as she looked around the small house, from the sofa, tables, chairs, and even the bedset in the bedroom, looking to make sure her opponant was not already there hiding and waiting to pounce. "Well, this is a bit nicer than I expected I suppose," Vega said to herself as sat down on one of the chairs in a corner, waiting for her opponant for today to show up.
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