[There's no answer at the door. When she tries the door handle, it opens without preamble, unlocked. The air inside is humid, and smells of iron and stale smoke, and his flat is largely empty aside from stockpiles of rations, cases upon cases of both shotgun ammo and smoke bombs, all closed to hide their contents. His shotguns are nowhere in sight, and neither is Reyes.
The apartment is in a bit of disarray, aside from the boxes still so neatly stacked around the perimeter. His trenchcoat still on the ground from when he had come in the night before, a bag of take away from aforementioned Carlita's still present on the coffee table. The sound of water running vibrates through the pipes of the apartment.]
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The apartment is in a bit of disarray, aside from the boxes still so neatly stacked around the perimeter. His trenchcoat still on the ground from when he had come in the night before, a bag of take away from aforementioned Carlita's still present on the coffee table. The sound of water running vibrates through the pipes of the apartment.]