The target was an apartment building on the other side of the city. Fresco hadn't taken the subway in years, not since a junior high outing to a museum. He remembered feeling uncomfortable, a weird thrill giving him shivers. This time was no different. Oddly, he avoided it during his time as a Waster and so did most of the other Wasted kids. Something about being underground gave him a serious case of the creeps.

Fresco held his position across the street and waited for ...