Hello Gotham
He had wanted to boost the Hyabusa, but Cam was more practical than that. Heading into Gotham on a high profile stolen bike would have raised flags. He thought about actually buying one, but it wasn't like he was going to register it and the plan was to ditch the bike later anyhow. So he shelled out some pocket money and took a crappy cycle off the hands of a fence for cash. It wasn't the best ride but it didn't break down either. He was definitely lifting a Hayabusa next time though.
The trip into Gotham was pretty tedious. Toll booths, speed limits and traffic were the order of the day, but eventually he made to the East Side.
"Man, this place looks like Beirut. "
Getting off the bike, he waved away the trio of tacky and tired hookers that approached and made it clear to the nearby pimp that he wasn't a mark. The streets were filthy and there were allot of cracked or boarded up windows all around. Gutters backed up with trash caused dozens of little filthy lakes in the street, and he was pretty sure the smell that assaulted him was the result of a dead 'something' nearby.
Wheeling the bike into a nearby alleyway, Cam pulled out his mobile and began looking at local maps and searched for the motel he had chosen to stay at.
The trip into Gotham was pretty tedious. Toll booths, speed limits and traffic were the order of the day, but eventually he made to the East Side.
"Man, this place looks like Beirut. "
Getting off the bike, he waved away the trio of tacky and tired hookers that approached and made it clear to the nearby pimp that he wasn't a mark. The streets were filthy and there were allot of cracked or boarded up windows all around. Gutters backed up with trash caused dozens of little filthy lakes in the street, and he was pretty sure the smell that assaulted him was the result of a dead 'something' nearby.
Wheeling the bike into a nearby alleyway, Cam pulled out his mobile and began looking at local maps and searched for the motel he had chosen to stay at.