Dan woke up, his muscles cold and his eyes clammy.  Just a usual morning for him.  He sat up on his crappy old mattress and rubbed his eyes with his hands.  The fire was still going in the barrel next to him, but it did little to keep him warm while he slept.  He covered his ears with his hands as a subway drove by on the other side of the tunnel.  He was deep down in the subway tunnels, living in his makeshift shack.  He stood up, stretching his soar muscles, and grabbed his old beaten book bag.  He lifted it up onto his shoulders and sighed.  He could tell it was going to be a long day.<br/>Dan walked alongside the tracks, listening for sounds of subway cars.  Just up ahead was the maintenance entrance, which he used to get in and out of the tunnel.  He had stolen a key so he could always unlock and lock it every time.  After awhile of walking he spots the concrete steps inside a narrow door way.  He walked over to them, climbing up the stairs slowly and surely up to the big steel blue door.  Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked the padlock of the door and swung it open, stepping out onto the street.  He closed the door behind him and locked it.  He walked toward the bench that was near the door, sitting down on it.  "Ragos should be here soon," he thought to himself, tapping his hands on his knees in a rhythm as he waited.