Bruce continued puffing away at the stogie,  releasing large clouds of thick grayish white smoke.  The middle-aged man shook his head ever so slightly.  Could he read Rebecca’s disgust?  It was unlikely he looked like a rather moronic individual.  He flicked his ashes against the seat, causing the smell of burning plastic to waft through the air.  The elderly chapped coughed heavily… it would seem that the decades of smoking was probably getting the better of the creep.<br/><br/>The pathetic creature’s gaze was focused almost solely in the mirror,  a thick purple tongue darted out from between his lips.  The man actually took a chance and turned his head ever so slightly to get a better look of the Rebecca,  he couldn’t help but smile as thoughts of perversions better left unspoken rushed through his mind.<br/><br/>“Listen lady,  I don’t likely know what goes on in there….  But I know that I’ve taken quite a good deal of young folks there,  more often then not there’s never a return call…  but I’ve seen some freaky looking people walking out that door.  I’s just trying to warn ya,  I’ve heard stories about some of those tech-heads in there,  and ya know ya can’t trust those freaks…”  He coughed again and spit out the window.<br/><br/>As Rebecca get’s closer to her destination,  it was quite apparent that the neighborhoods were getting worse,  and they were moving closer and closer to the industrial zones outside of the city.