“There’s your answer,” he said, “they’re dead.”“Dead?” Alba repeated, failing to conceal her shock. “Impossible, give me that.” He...passed her the weapon, and she looked for herself, muttering something under her breath in a language that he didn’t understand. “We must go down and take closer look.”“Uh ... thought you wanted to bail?” he said, gesturing behind him with his thumb.“We met full Covenant patrol not half hour ago,” she replied, leaning down to pick up his carbine and thrusting it. Every once in a while an individual would scurry about, ambling the dark alleyways, careful to avoid the light. There were things and individuals far more fearsome than the dark. But such was life in Sector 9 of The Inferno. Its dark streets held secrets of unknown depths, but humans being humans had adapted. Its inhabitants came to The Inferno by various means, more often than not, they didn’t come of their own free will. Those who could remember the outside world lived a more oppressive. He had a quick chat with his brother, then grinned, shook his head and insisted the tax collector wouldn't find us there.Cyrus behaved like a real host, and offered us a seat in the living room, and something to drink. A beer or two later, Hubert was lying down on the sofa, and I needed to be shown where the bathroom was. I had to squeeze past Cyrus in the narrow hallway when I got there. There was plenty of room really, but I pressed up against him anyway. No point in playing hard to get, I. ...I don't smoke myself so have no need to carry one' I respond.I gave a few more clicks of his lighter and got it working. It lit up his face as it did. I could see that he had hazel eyes, a solid predominate jaw and a tattoo that ran up the right side of his neck to his ear. He wore a blue polo top, and grey jogging bottoms of a cotton nature and white trainers to match."Why you standing in the fockin rain then mate if you don't focking smoke" He uttered. I brought my brolly down a little.