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- #41
Rourke and Craft made their way to the radio building. The building was clearly old, but taken well care of. A few windows dotted the walls, with panes of frosted glass.
The entrance door was metal, painted bright red some time before but now just a dull maroon with occasional bright patches. There didn’t seem to be a doorbell, so they settled for knocking. The metal rung loud and full.
A minute later the door was opened by a tall, lanky guy, wearing a fleece sweater over corduroy jeans. The man was sporting thick-rimmed glasses, a bald pate, and a reddish-brown moustache, and he also seemed utterly surprised by the presence of visitors, if not unfriendly. “Hello. Hi. What can I do for you?”
The entrance door was metal, painted bright red some time before but now just a dull maroon with occasional bright patches. There didn’t seem to be a doorbell, so they settled for knocking. The metal rung loud and full.
A minute later the door was opened by a tall, lanky guy, wearing a fleece sweater over corduroy jeans. The man was sporting thick-rimmed glasses, a bald pate, and a reddish-brown moustache, and he also seemed utterly surprised by the presence of visitors, if not unfriendly. “Hello. Hi. What can I do for you?”