To put it nicely, this was not the nicest part of town. The lines of terraced houses looked tired; their fronts were flaking, the small walls fronting the small path to the house proper where crumbled, with broken bricks. One house even had a broken window, blocked by a large slab of cardboard that actually barely covered the space. Clumps of litter filled the side of the road, and even peoples supposed gardens. Vans and cars lined the street, making it narrow and - considering how most of them were both ancient and rickety - reflecting on the relative poverty of the area. Doors were packed closely together, proof that each narrow house was separated into two or three pokey little flats, and yet still expected to house large families. It was an upsetting state of affairs, but the city grew faster than industry these days.. There was even a slight odor; a weak, but most unwelcome one. Of course this was the kind of neighborhood that Amanda visited most often, so the majority of the dilapidation was simply the scenery that came with the job.<br/><br/>It was quiet and sleepy when Amanda arrived. One man was out to put his rubbish to be collected, and he eyed the officer warily before breaking eye contact as soon as she looked his way, before drifting back toward his door. There were no other signs of life... Just closed curtains and frosted windows. The officer wandered down, mentally counting off the house numbers til she found the one. It looked much like the others; the white plastic door had frosted windows, and the curtains were drawn. The van was outside, though... still parked there, in plain sight.<br/><br/>The girl reached the end of the dead end before turning and wandering back again, seemingly on an idle meander. There was, after all, no knowing who might be peering through a crack in their curtains, watching her poking around with less-than-kind intentions... So it seemed best not to seem too interested in the van, and make the most of her civilian outfit granting her some anonymity. So she passed the offending vehicle twice, paying no outward interest to it despite the way her eyes followed it, watching it closely. There was little to differentiate it from any other run down vehicle on the street; a little rust affected the lower parts of the van, and it wasn't exactly clean either. More interesting to the officer was the interior, and specifically the contents; it was hard to see through the back windows of the thing, but she was sure she could see containers and boxes stacked up in there. Whether or not it was the stolen drugs was impossible to tell without stopping and peering, but it was a peculiarity either way. Given that Amanda only briefly peered through the cab window all she could see were the leather seats and the whitish padding probing through from under the cover where it had taken a little too much wear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>