Chapter 2 part 3

I hesitated before handing her the purple card. I turned to leave for my apartment when she said, “So there is still someplace better than here.” I paused for a moment and nodded my head. When I heard her begin to tinker again I walked out onto the street.
The sun was beginning to set behind the walls so I left for home. My apartment was small but I suited me. I had window, not much of a view beyond it but a window all the same. In the streets a young woman ushered her child into her home and a feral man was snarling at a police officer. There was a shot and blood coming from the feral ones head. Ah, the sights and sounds of the sector of slums. I kicked off my shoes by the door and stretched out on my cot before dozing off.
I awoke to the sounds of my window being smashed. In the shadowy moonlight I saw the shape of a foot kicking out the glass pane. The rest of the body followed through the opening and into my apartment. In a second or two three men stood over my cot. There apparent leader had a crude gun, which he pointed at me and said, “We want you card, courier.”
My eyes widened as I stared down the barrel of the revolver. “I don’t have it.”
“We saw you come out of Sector 4,” he persisted. He pushed the gun to my neck and forced me to the wall.
“You must be mistaken, I don’t have a purple card,” I lied though my teeth, well half lied. I didn’t technically have the card.