Its been three more months since you were told to stay at your post. In your time here at "The Morgue" You have seen just about damn near everything that the low life has to offer you. Gangs, Slave traders, and smugglers are the norm thing for you. Thats why its strange when one night you see a Tall Nazzadi step into the place. He's wearing a long black Trenchcoat and combat boots along with reflective green mirror shades. He fits in with the crowds by the clothes he wears and yet to your trained eyes theres something about the way he carries himself that says he dosn't belong. His bearing is wrong. He's carrying a black briefcase and heads toward a back private room of the club.<br/><br/>(Observation Test if you want to get more information. Just Roll the dice in the dice thing sending it to my number "4893" and I'll pick the best combo for you for the best resultif you don't understand the dice system.)