Mark brought up his best friend that supposedly had connections to the many cameras in the area. Sven was not sure about the fellow, as he sounded quite the shady sort. The mention of the guy did make him look at his neighbor friend rather careful like. He had no idea that such people were in any way associated with the rotund fellow.
Janoos, yes. That late friend always went out of his way to help any one in need, so it was a given that the sordid lot was mixed well with in the usual crowd that went in and out of the neighbor's apartment.
But Mark?
Really?
Mark resembled more of an over stuffed teddy bear, both in form and temperament. One that had not the claws sewed on to defend itself very well.
Claire stumbled off into the bed room and left them to their drinking, say she had had more than enough for her system to handle.
After much drinking, they go off to find this friend in spite of the lateness of the hour. Sven left a drunken message for Claire written in pen on the door. He judged it legible enough before he stepped out the door. She had Jake in her care, so he figured he could go off and help his grieving neighbor. He did not dare think of Mark as anything close to a friend, due to Mark's uncertain sexuality. So he mentally settled on the neighbor as a way to refer to Mark.
They made it a good ways there before Sven managed to trip over his own two feet. Mark bent over, as if to help him up, but passed out somewhere along the way to doing so. The big man flopped on top his him, and Sven spent hours gasping for breath.
As he strove for every precious molecule of oxygen the massive weight on top of him tried its best to press out of his lungs, he could see he was near the freeway. Near the top, at the edge of the bridge, stood what looked to be a long haired man. Sven would have waved the man for help if his arms were not pinned to his sides.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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