The good idea pt 2

'Are you sure you know where your going?' Joe asked betraying the anxiousness he felt. They had been wandering around the third floor for almost a half hour and Alan had yet to find the door of the Russian. Several time he had come close almost to the point of indicating this was was place before they had heard the low din of voices, and steps. Joe had a fear of knocking some random person's door down of coming in and than leaving realizing they had the wrong place, of arrest, serious jail time, all of the extremes involved in such a breaking and entering operation. It was true what Alan said, that someone who is in the business of dealing drugs would not likely call the cops. What was also true, that he knew without thinking about it too much was that drug dealers might have friends. Friends who would not be as forgiving as the cops. Still Joe had not voiced these concerns. Most likely they would be disregarded even mocked so it struck him as an exercise in futility to even raise them. Joe was used to being belittled, disregarded, even blatantly mocked in his dealings with Alan. It was the price he paid and the price he accepted when he did business with him. 'I think this is it.' Alan said stopping before a door marked 14. 'We passed this one earlier and you didn't say anything.' 'This time I remember its all coming back to me.' Joe took all he was hearing with a grain of salt. 'Well your doing the kicking, you convinced me to come along, this is all your idea.' Alan hesitated, 'Come on man were both in this together.' 'It was your idea in the first place.' Alan finally assented. 'Alright.' He raised his boot and gave the door a powerful kick near the middle of it. 'Fuck!' Alan screamed recoiling his foot. 'Alright we just gotta give it a few tries.' Joe felt reluctant to make the effort but he figured that he had expanded enough effort and taken enough time to take it worth his while. He kicked the door with all of his strength and it seemed to move slightly. Alan took another shot at it and the door seemed to move slightly. Joe raised his foot and kicked with all his might the the door suddenly open and a breeze swept through. Alan walked in cautiously as if stepping upon the surface of some alien planet. Something about it seemed unreal. Joe followed in the same fashion reluctant but eager to push on. It was a spartan affair with few decoration of adornments and mainly the basic things needed for a lone person to inhabit a home. At first Alan seemed unsure as if this were the right place but soon these feelings were assuaged. He went into the bedroom and extracted a backpack. He opened it and pulled out a massive bag of herb. 'Now were in business.'

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