Flint took a swig from the bottle, the dark brown liquid was gulped down quickly and was followed by a sigh of boredom. The door he was watching didn’t give much entertainment, and the bare room he sat in had nothing but a few chairs and a lightbulb. The hideout wasn’t the best of places to live, his old home was better, but he knew that he couldn’t go back there. So the abandoned apartment complex would have to do, at least it had running water. The lack of electricity was a pain at times but didn’t bother him too much. Flint decided to go for a walk, to stretch his legs. He decided to survey the hideout. He scooped up the double barrel shotgun from his lap and began walking.

It wasn’t a large apartment complex, but it could comfortably fit forty people, sixty uncomfortably. He had set up one room with gas cookers and another filled with generators in case electricity needed to be used. Then he came to the only padlocked room in the place, he removed a key and opened up the door, revealing a couple of wooden chests. He checked that all the contents of the chests where still there then began the long walk back to reception.

He placed the shotgun back on his lap, it was an old firearm and looked like it had come straight from a western film. Flint began to watch the door again, hoping that maybe someone could decipher his posters. They were written as such: 

“DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT THE MAN! THE MAGICIANS ARE LOOKING FOR NEW RECRUITS FOR THERE TUBULAR NEW BAND!”

Then the address of the hideout was written at the bottom. It was unnerving how many people had come looking to join the fake band, each one had been told that “you must have gotten the wrong address”. 

Flint took another swig of his bottle, then tossed its empty husk into a pile of similar empty bottles. He had been sitting here for too long, he contemplated going to  Parael's hide out. He shuddered at the thought, but then realised it was better than waiting around here for nothing, he dropped off his shotgun at the armoury.  
Flint wrote a small note mentioning he was out for dinner, then hopped in his Bentley R Type and made his way to his 'lovely' friend Magnus. Knocking with his signature booming knock when he got there.