“Are you gonna use these sheets or am I gonna have to come up there and apply them myself?”

The first thing he heard as Luke approached the apartment complex was Pat yelling at another one of the tenants.

“U-uh yes, I’ll do it just give me em ok?”

“You better get going or I’ll beat the shit out of you!”

“Y-y-yes ma’am!”

Pat’s door shot open and a grubby looking man carrying some of the mold sheets plopped out onto the ground, dropping them all. Quickly picking them back up, he ran up the stairs and slammed his door shut, which was only three doors down from his own. Strange that he’d never noticed any of the other residents before.

Next, Pat’s head poked out of her door and looked around, fixing Luke in her vision.

“There you are! Have you used the sheets yet then?”

“Erm… no…”

She audibly sighed and grabbed a few in one hand.

“Well? Are you going to make me come up there and do it for you?”

“No ma’am.”

“Great! Then get going.”

Before he could even speak another word he was shoved out of her door and back outside. Trounced, he simply went back up the stairs to apply the sheets. Maybe this would be the best way after all, just doing what she said. Could that possibly be her problem? No, no there was no way…

Crunch.

He hadn’t even noticed, but in front of his door was a note, something he’d just stepped on accidentally. With nobody around, he picked it up and read the contents.

“Luke, Sam here. We didn’t want any sort of digital message to be tracked so we thought it best to get this letter to you. After divvying up the assets we’ve found that we owe you a hundred and thirty four thousand six hundred and twenty four credits worth of labor charges. It’s a bit bigger of a cut th- Wait.”

Dropping the sheets, Luke looked back over the sentence he’d just read.

“Will be transferred to your account in the next four hours in a completely safe and untraceable but legal manner…”

He blinked.

M-money?! He skimmed further through the letter near the end.

“... Without you we could never have brought down the Beiorgs, and while we weren’t able to capture I believe some of the big dogs in the operation it is still massively impressive that a single man was able to infiltrate such a secretive society and bring it down. You a special man Luke, and I only hope that your cut is enough to sustain you for a while. Good luck and God bless… Sam Hyze.”

His back hit hit his door as he put one hand to his forehead and slid down the length of the oaken wood.

“A hundred… thousand… what…”

A hundred thirty four thousand credits. He didn’t believe there was that much money in the world let alone his bank account! He had probably twelve credits in there right now, adding this much would just be… overkill. As he went insane from the amount of money he was about to receive, he didn’t even notice Pat walking up to the mold sheets sitting on the ground next to him.

“Gonna go right up and apply the sheets, eh?”

Angered, she slammed his door open and went inside, much to his chagrin.

“Wait wait! I’ll do it I just got a letter that is very important! I had to read it!”

“More important than you dying from mold spores?! Dumbass!”

She then swung open his closet door and started applying the sheets on the deathly looking area. Yeah it was pretty far progressed… Luke wasn’t even sure how Pat kept the place open with such low prices, not to mention that health inspectors from the ministry should have closed this place already. But somehow she did it.