The DSD holds secrets

You hope the DSD headquarters is still there. The building housed a great many secrets. Secrets that might still be there, even after two hundred years.

"Sorry girls, I have to meet my boyfriend. I really need a good cock."

They frown. Tanya answers. "Hope we can catch you later."

As you head off down the street, they give you predatory stares.

You walk briskly away. In two blocks you find DSD headquarters, or at least what is left of it. It is mostly an empty lot. You smile. Parts of the building are still there, dilapidated and falling down, but still there.

You make your way toward your old office. Your boss, clever man that he was, added a below ground safe. The walls have fallen, but the tile floor remains. Two hundred years and you still know exactly where it is. You run your hand along the floor. You slide away a tile and put your thumb on a biometric pad. You say a little prayer it still has power. A panel slides open. You punch in a thirty two digit code and the box slides open.

You smile. It's all still there. One pistol, with fifty rounds of blessed bullets, one pair of blessed wraps for hand to claw combat, and ten thousand dollars.

The last is probably worthless. The currency in use seems to be blood red with obscene moving pornograpic images on both sides. The higher the denomination the more thoroughly immoral the scenes.

You slide the gun into a hip holster, wrap your hands with the blessed wraps and slide a pair of gloves over them so as not to attract attention. Now it's time to hunt. The question is, where?