"I... got what you asked for."
The man shuffled closer, clutching the metal box to his chest. "What's even in this? And you're right, there were people there—they look like feds. Are they feds? Are these drugs? Can... can I have some?"
He sniffled loudly, edging closer to Adam with bloodshot eyes.
"It's not," Adam said flatly, taking the box from the man's twitchy hands. He moved to the wall where a rusted exhaust pipe jutted out and, without hesitation, thrust his arm deep inside the pipe.
"W...whoa!" The man jumped back. "A...ain't that hot, man!?"
"No," Adam shook his head as he reached deeper into the pipe. The sound of sizzling flesh filled the alley, but Adam showed no reaction. When he withdrew his arm, it was covered in burns, but clutched in his blistered fingers was a small key.
The man's eyes widened. "Oh...oh man...I think the shrooms are kicking in."
