I had a plan, and that plan had to work.
Josh distracted the police officers with some sweet talk as I snuck around them to this pool that stood next to the building. I noticed a widow washer going up, it's ropes eaten by flames.
No one noticed me until someone called me.
There was a couch with cushions not to far away from the pool. A person was on it, badly bruised and blood coated.
"Hi," I said, not sure what else I could do.
Then I remebered the guy going back into the apartments.
"Do you know the guy who went back into the building?" I asked.
The person seemed to not speak, probably trying to figure out what I really wanted.
"Yeah, Toby..." he replied, voice a bit hoarse.
I walked up to the couch, feeling the cement underneath me get a bit more slippery, the water must've been splashed just recently.
"Come with me, I'll get you to an ambulance and I'll go help the guy out." I said, giving him my hand.
