Alley Slums Digital Battle Map

A consistent hum from the high speed vehicles racing across the highway overhead. The heat from the buildings and concrete settle into the back alley causing the air to feel heavy. 

You were tipped off to the cameras along the buildings, but luckily for you Raxter knew a way in through all of the left over junk the corps tossed into the street. A camp they called it, but it stood as nothing more than dozen cloth coverings over trash piles. 

As quickly as you made your way in, the murmurs spread, no one wanting to look you in the eyes. 

“I’m lookin’ for Skweeks.” You called out, but no one moved. No one looked at you. Raising your hand, the creds snatched between your fingers.

One ragged finger pointed out from under the torn blanket a man was wearing around his shoulders. It pointed toward the dumpsters. Stepping through the few bodies warming around the fiery can, you dropped the credits into the old mans lap and pulled the flip action rapid fire side arm from its holster.