A heavily armed man with a backpack full of belongings opened the scratched door, pistol cocked on his right hand. His eyes inspected the living room and nose sniffed the musky air. Going from room to room he checked the apartment for any hostility. After he was satisfied with the result he slammed the backpack on the mouldy couch and walked to the firestair. After checking the possible escape route through the ladder he slammed the window shut. He was a newcomer, the people here were totally unknown to him, he didn't have any reputation here and he was unemplyed. Last contract as a guardsman had ended on the gates of the city andleft him with a few litres of pure water, few valuable jewelry and some information on what to expect. He spared a smile and checked the kitchen. Naturally it didn't have any electricity or water you could call drinkable, but at least the walls were sturdy.
Arto could approve the place, it was far better than he was used to. Now, to find a job of some sort, some booze to celebrate and a good night's sleep. But, first a small gift for the uninvited guests. He took a pipebomb he had himself forged out of metal scrap, pipe and explosive and a simple string. The living room had a simple tv-station, the tv itself long ago wrecked. It had a drawer underneath, which was quickly trapped using valuable duct tape. Should someone decide he would save his belonings in the only intact drawer...
When he was satisfied, he left a note on the drawer: "Please keep intact". Then he left the apartment, sliding another piece of paper on the nametag: "Arto Rantala". He was now the official resident of the building.