Neon shadow
It's been a week since the message and Sebastian has been of good help to me. Unfortunately by next week, he'll be six foot down. The part and tracks he gave me since last week where quite helpful. By today I'll be going to the extreme south to see what hides behind there. it's going to be a hell of a ride.
The air in the extreme south of Bogotá was thick with tension as I ventured into the heart of the city's infamous urban area. Neon lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on labyrinthine alleys. The pulsating beat of the steel veins beneath the city created an unsettling rhythm that matched the cryptic message's description.
My senses heightened, I navigated the neon-lit maze, decoding each symbolic element hidden in the urban landscape. The "dance of the crow's feathers" unfolded in the form of shadowy figures, moving with mysterious intent. The "rhythm of shattered glass" echoed in the subtle crunch beneath my boots, a reminder of the danger that lurked.
As I explored, the neon shadows seemed to come alive. Whispers lingered in the air, and the city's heartbeat grew louder with each step. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching, perhaps working against me in this secretive atmosphere.
Symbols painted on alley walls hinted at a hidden world beneath the surface, and I followed their trail like breadcrumbs in a twisted fairy tale. The meeting point loomed ahead, a convergence of danger and revelation.
The urban soundscape played a crucial role in my quest. I strained to hear the subtle nuances—glass breaking, distant sirens, the echo of footsteps—all blending into the dissonant harmony of the city's underworld.
The tension in the neon shadows intensified. Every encounter, every step forward felt like a leap into the unknown. I questioned the motives of those around me, wondering if the dance of the crow's feathers was a prelude to betrayal.
As I approached the meeting point, the glow of neon signs reflected off my face, revealing a mixture of determination and unease. The revelation awaited, and the urban area's notorious reputation added weight to the impending encounter.
At the heart of the labyrinth, I discovered the designated spot. The meeting point pulsated with an otherworldly energy, confirming the accuracy of the decoded message. Yet, what lay before me raised more questions than answers—a doorway to a clandestine realm that seemed to defy the laws of the urban jungle. This door had an eerie feeling around it, blood stain on the skull on the door. Though the skull was carved neatly out of wood, the shade of red on it was defiantly blood cause it looked different and the stinck was strong. I am hesitant to go in. I won't go in now, I have to be sure of who I'm dealing with, the feeling of being watched was sickening and the clan skull was on the door so who the fuck could be doing this.
I turn to head back home to process all the information I've got, this is not what I had in mind when coming here, I was planning on getting clues and not loop holes, my brain is fucked.
"Bambino, where have you been? Come here we have business to talk about and the upcoming meeting." He says crossing his hands over my shoulders and l felt my inside churn with disgust cause we've never been this close before, it's disturbing and this bitch hand is really heavy but I don't have time to exchange words with him so I'll just go with it. "Fanculo. Ci sono buone notizie e cattive notizie, che preferiresti sentire per prime, bambino?" (Fuck There is good news and bad news, which would you prefer to hear first bambino?) he asked me and I didn't make out what he was he was saying cause I was occupied with the urban shit that I feel light headed and not ready to talk right now. "Ragazzo, mi hai sentito?" (Boy, did you hear me?) He snapped his fingers at me while asking the question. I'm zoning out like crazy and he'll become suspension soon. "Yeah you were taking about news stuff right." I say as he gave me this look, like he's trying to figure out what's going on in my head. "So the good news is the reason we came to Columbia is near and the dress code would be a dark grey suit kiddo, we have to look classy so we can get dealers and merchant for our work. Then the bad news is we have two targets still here in Columbia, I did a few things to help you out and while doing that I found snoopers around here and tracing them down they are from the Night wolf clan. They are based in Barranquilla Columbia and that's about 17 hours going by land. I'll show you the targets after you ate done with Sebastian, I see you've made a new pal, don't get too attached, you'll fuck up if you do." He says the last part as he tapped my back and went out. New targets, are they still getting in our way or he's doing it for fun? well I don't give two fucks? I'm cool with it as long as I get the informations I need.