Yeah, if he pulls on it.

Ugh, no, there are probably functioning cameras outside the elevator and that looks like he's going in there to pee or something. Is there a stairwell with a busted camera?

Yeah, this whole area that was once maintenance or something is cameraless.

That'll do. In he goes. Out he strolls with the dolly full of boxes. The boxes are empty at the moment, he doesn't know how likely he is to get robbed on his way back to the clinic.

The answer is: Very. A tag team, one woman stumbling into his cart and her accomplice vanishing into an alley with a box while he's distracted.

How tragic. He will help the old woman up and then turn back to go get another box.

This time he has an escort waiting at the garage exit. Two of the construction guys from earlier, one holding a shovel and the other a big hammer.

"Heard about you from the foreman. We'll walk you back to Disco Palace or wherever, new face. Those two are getting too bold..."

"Oh, thanks! They only got my decoy box but I appreciate it."

"Heh, nice."

"I have a decoy wallet, that's saved me from picks once or twice. You familiar with slums law?"

"I'm not, please enlighten me!"

"It's the rules, head. The rules everyone plays by, because the actual law is a fucking joke. Basically, you can fuck specific people over without getting in trouble from anyone but them and theirs, but if you fuck everyone over- Start running gunfights, start fires, fuck with the pimps, start robbing people in broad daylight so Tower takes an interest- You'll find yourself in trouble from everyone. A kind of group shunning. Shops are closed when you're around, prices are double, your dealer doesn't remember you for a few days. And maybe someone comes and beats you up, or steals your shit, or keys your car, to make a point out of it."

"I guess that's the kind of thing that would emerge without adequate policing, yep."

"'Adequate policing'. Pff. About as real as 'military intelligence'. You from Europe or something?"

"Eh, you wouldn't've heard of the place."

"Sure, sure..."

His two volunteer guards will make smalltalk about the day's work the rest of the way.

And when Cam reaches the clinic he can deliver his non-decoy boxes.

Emma incredulously looks through the boxes.

He didn't want to make it too ridiculously tailored but there's a bunch of things she wanted in there.

She starts shelving things with a slight smile.

"I can give you a couple hundred bucks if you don't want all of it to count as a neighborhood donation."

"Nah, count it all as a donation. It probably has tax advantages or something."

"I'll spread the word. Your medical treatment today- Sponsored by Cam, who's hiring local heads."

"I appreciate that!"

"I mostly sit here doing computer things when there's nobody to treat, what are you into aside from this rumored distro company?"

"What, like my hobbies? I play the violin."

"Huh! You should find Lewie, he has a piano. I have no idea if he's any good, though."