The bastards will never think to look for you in the woods behind their Headquarters. That's where you camp out. You where given a thousand bucks cash by the band for supplies when you told them things where getting too hot and you where going to have to lay low for awhile. It days for fucking days. You are living in a little tent eating army rations and miserable here. Yesterday you saw a employee get "Fired" for real. A couple tough security guards dragged a man into the woods. It was a close call. Had they walked a little further in they would have seen your tent. They made him kneel execution style while reading him a list of the boss's complaints. Then it was two in the head and they just left him there. Chuckling about the joke and discussing football. You have been all around in these acres of woods and you have smelled something rotten here and there. They are probably more bodies of murdered people. They are so cocky they don't even bother hiding shit in these trees. Who is going to find or say anything. The cops are on their payroll.