Carter's spindly fingers danced over the sleek frame of the machine.  He hadn't seen anything like it in forever, and couldn't resist touching it.  He was about to try and reach one of it's propellers, when, all of a sudden, a loud and clear voice rang out behind him,<br/><br/>"Hey! What are you doing to my helicopter!"<br/><br/>Carter jumped back, spinning to see the man who had approached.  He had a weapon pointed and seemed ready to fire at any moment.  This was not exactly what Carter had been hoping for.  An armed assailant was a bad assailant, one out of reach.  If Carter tried to attack the gunman would have him down in seconds.<br/><br/>"I swear I'm not doing anything!  I just was checking it out is all!  I promise!"  With hands raised, Carter began to back slowly towards the building's edge.  Whoever this man was, he intrigued Carter immensely.  Anyone willing to leave a fine piece of treasure like this in a shit-hole like the Lower-City was a brave man.<br/><br/>"I'll just go now, alright?  Ok?"  Carter kept his hands raised as he moved to the edge of the flat.  Hopefully he would be released without damage done.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">God, I hope he's not a vampire</span>, he thought, knowing how bad the situation would be if he was.