Minato sat quietly at the end of the alley and checked his pockets, he had the equivalent of eighty dollars on him, a pistol, a familiar cellphone strap, and two keys, the velvet key, and the one he had received from someone special to him, he slipped the headphones he had received as a gift on, and switched on his MP3 player as he got up, sighed and strolled out of the alley to try and get a better idea of what was going on.