Worick and Nicolas walk down the streets of District 8, bored. "Mnf... Not much to do, eh Nico?" Worick asked his deaf coworker in both voice and sigh language, Nicolas nods, a cigarette in-between his lips. Worick sighs, before leaning against a wall, facing Nicolas who turned to him.

Nicolas glanced down the stairs, watching the people below walk around the plaza, kids playing in the fountains, hookers, pervert men and married couples everywhere. He let out a grunt before flicking his smoke to the floor. Worick chuckled. "Guess Chad ain't got shit for us to do today, huh?" He asked, Nicolas stared stared at him, reading his lips and grunts as a yes.