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Post by Crowco Cooper on Dec 4, 2018 16:43:14 GMT
The sounds of what might be close to a hundred yellow taxi cabs sounding their horns in the clogged streets of Queens was deafening, especially to one with such sensitive ears as Zoe. Through these same streets, pedestrians passed hence and forth, the occasional ones paying too little attention or in too much of a hurry bumped against her, not bothering to give more than a mumbled apology.
On this street, the many tall buildings carried their signs. Unlike other streets, where those signs would be filled with advertisement, these signs simply held the names for their building. These organisations could simply display their name and reputation would speak all that was needed.
The Riesen Jagd armee with their hunters office, and butcher shop in the back. A justiciar's bounty hunting office, just next to a police station and most likely connected to on the inside. An SRT recruiter, not so much in a building as simply a group of soldiers standing on the street handing out flyers and talking to the public. And of course the skyscraper at the end of the street, with a giant 'HexTech' sign, about thirty levels up.
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