MusicRyde's face lights up a little at the mention of the doctor. "How--How did you get into contact with him?", he says.
"Phone number online. Was a bit of a risk, but I fink for the ability to work again it was worf it,"
The intensity of the flames has died some but there is still a huge stack of dark smoke rising in to the air.
"Alright lets, get back to work folks. Chima, stop talking to that man and you, get out of here,"
Chima looks back at you.
"Sorry man, gotta work. Hope it helps,"
Norum texts Elena back again, "Don't worry; I left the one to my 2nd phone. Oh yeah, and I think he went by Doctor Oglivy or something like that. As usual, could be a pseudonym, could not. Hopefully Ryde comes up with something good."
He sends another as he gets aboard the reverse-heading express train, "We'll try to get to Peyton before arriving back at the shop. Is the place that carries KSD still open or do you have to special order that?."
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Don't worry about the KSD right now. Talk to Peyton. I'll be back at the house soon."
The interdistrict express heading in to town is packed, but as you make your way though Midtown, the train clears out. You switch at an empty platform to an express that will take you from Midtown to Pig Iron. Those that board the train on its way to Pig Iron are hardy men and women, dressed in blue collar class clothes. They are expressionless, and silent.
You switch to a intradistrict train in Pig Iron at a dirty, mangey station, build in cold brutalist style with concrete and metalwork. The ride is short, and the bar is a block from the station. The surrounding area is illuminated in orange glow from the lights of the factories. The buildings include sporadic heavy industrial, surrounded by light industrial buildings, shops, and the occasional restaurant.
The establishment in question is a concrete masonry structure. It is well lit and stained from the local pollutants. The bar is called
Workman's.
