The building was a like a corpse--broken, beaten, and dead. Numerous windows were broken, puke green ivy crawled up the broken walls, and a decaying stench hung around the area. The entire place made the hotel look like a five star resort. It had once been a thriving place full of people and life. Now it was just an empty husk used only by squatters and illegitimate drug deals.

Trein gazed around the decaying structure, a spray can in hand. The place, despite its lifelessness, was perfect for a bit of graffiti. No one to interrupt her, no one to yell at her, and all the room to paint. And since no one was staying here, she could camp in the building until she found a new home.

"Hello, Mr. Wall," she remarked with a smirk as she adjusted her paint's colour to a dark blue. "Prepare to be awesome-ized."

Before even a drop of paint could touch the wall, a murmur of voices caught Trein's attention. "Shit," she hissed, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. So the place was occupied. "Probably some stupid kids or whatever..."
With silent steps, Trein slowly made her way towards the voices. They were coming from a nearby room. She had plans to scare those kids. Not only would it give her privacy once more, but it was going to be hilarious seeing their freaked out expressions. 

"...easy way to get billions of dollars. No one will no."

"But if we get caught?"

"We won't."

"But-"

"We [i]won't[/i]. Trust me."

Trein's smile melted away as she neared the room and heard the voices. They were much clearer now. They were deep...too deep to be a kid's. They spoke in hushed, hurried tones, as if they were afraid to be caught. None of it sounded good.

"People will lose their jobs, Randall."

"People on the lower floors! Do you understand? They were born broke and will die broke, no matter what. With this money...hell, we could do [i]anything[/i]."

"...We have a deal, then."

Trein paled. Those weren't kids, and none of what had been said seemed good. "Oh crap," she said before she could even think. She stumbled away from the door as two men, both important looking, walked out. The men froze, staring at Trein. The young woman stared back, her mouth gaping in shock. "I-I didn't hear anything, I swear!" she spoke quickly.

"No...you know too much already," one of the men muttered, reaching for his pocket. He drew a sleek gun and aimed it at Trein.
"We don't need any witnesses."