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As soon as Mikkish heard the voice asking where they were, he turned to the source of the noise. A guy who had pulled his shirt over his face was wandering, looking lost. Mikkish would have wrote him off as just being homeless, on drugs, or legitimately lost, had he not noticed the guy's unusual looking eyes. It didn't shock Mikkish, with all he had experienced since age 19, not to mention the world he had grown up in. Still, was this guy friend or foe?

"A...garage?" That was Mikkish's best guess. Clearly it wasn't, or where were all the cars?
Mikkish then considered his actions, and who he had pissed off in the past "Do you work for Maniacles?"

Mikkish meant Maniacles Corporation, the mercenary and weapons technology company that ruled the world where he was from. This other guy wouldn't know who they were, but this was the first question that came to Mikkish' mind.