No. 43 Old Factory Apartments, Palmer.
The gray concrete shell was marked by acid rain erosion, yet the occupancy rate was surprisingly high. Given its space and location advantages, it was considered a "premium" choice in the Palmer District.
John cleared out a few of the thugs on the perimeter.
There were more members of the Rift Party gathered here than he had imagined.
He changed into his second spare magazine since entering the room, accelerated again through the cluttered "industrial-style" lobby, and arrived at the interior used for living and equipment inspection.
Residual takeout boxes were left on the sofa dining table.
The amount of food was minimal, instead there were more nutrient injectors and various component materials.
The Rift Party collaborated with the Ghouls.
One was a group heavily modified, and the other a major supplier of prosthetic bodies to the city's underworld, a match made in stinking heaven, with needs that aligned.
