Eric followed Deadpool through a short path through the back streets and arrived with him at a run-down building.

[i]I might have actually used this place as a nest once or twice...seems like a place I'd use, anyway. No one's around, it's decrepit, no one would want to go inside...figures it'd be a perfect hideout for him, too.[/i]

He followed his new partner inside, ascending several flights of stairs to the top. Fortunately, he still kept up enough training he could only feel some wind out of his sails from climbing to the top of the building before entering the "apartment" at the end of the hall. A putrid odor had lingered throughout the abandoned complex, though it was merely vacant and festering. The stench of lived-in squalor hit Eric like a heavyweight uppercut. Eric's eyes watered a bit as he was more used to an organized living space.

"Well, with this kind of work, I could understand cleanliness falling by the wayside for a while..."

[i]This dude's place smells like Satan's outhouse![/i]